“Not when you’re like this, I don’t!”
And there it was, hanging in the air between them, non-returnable.
Angela and Andrew had been out all day, making their wedding plans. They both had difficult schedules, so they had taken the day and made every appointment they could make in one day. In retrospect, that concentrated an experience might have been a mistake, Andrew thought.
They had been to the chapel, they had been to the reception venue, they had been to the restaurant where they planned to have the rehearsal dinner, they had been to the jeweler to get the rings sized. He had heard “Angela and Andrew – how cute!” at each and every venue. And now, they were outside the bakery that specialized in wedding cakes, that had made the cake at Angela’s best friend’s wedding.
They tasted cakes. They looked at designs. They discussed prices. Andrew wasn’t trying to be mean, or unenthusiastic, or unsupportive. He just sincerely, in his heart of hearts, couldn’t have cared less, except to think that the money she wanted to spend on a cake would go a long way towards a down payment on a house.
When Angela called him on his apparent lack of interest as they left, he spoke his mind — that he felt more like a prop than an participant.
And now, they looked at each other, deciding what to do next.
“I’m tired,” he finally said.