We went to lunch. I unwrapped the linen napkin and placed my silverware on the table. I answered my cell phone "message received" and excitedly babbled on and on about my final acceptance notification from Chicken Soup Just Us Girls book.
Then, I went to take a bite of my food and got all flustered.
"Are you messing with me?"
He looked surprised as he shoveled a forkful into his mouth. "Nuuhnnn."
"You are! Aren't you? You saw me sit here and unwrap my silverware. Here's my knife and spoon...YOU took my fork!"
He never cracked a smile or uttered a word, just kept his eye trained on me as he ate.
"Just give me my fork. I need to eat this before it gets cold. If you didn't take it where is it?"
I finally saw it, the tines were buried in a huge scoop of the cheesiest macaroni and cheese in town, next to my tilapia and spinach. I HATE when that happens.
He never took his eyes off me as I blushed as crimson as my napkin.
"Uhmm, no, I didn't take your fork," he said as he wiped his mouth with his napkin.
It's that dry humor of his that makes me...love him. We laughed all the way home.