You called Irene the next day.
"Irene you're a genius."
"Well of course darling," she said drolly back, "but what about?"
"Bill." You sounded happier than you'd been in a long time. "Irene, I can't believe this all feels so easy. So familiar but new and exciting at the same time."
"I told you honey, he's been there all along," she reminded.
"I know, I know." You continued, "We're going to the gallery tonight."
"Wonderful, I'll be going too. My first look at the new couple. You don't think Jock will be there do you?"
"You know he didn't like going to things like that," you sighed, "thankfully, I'm not ready to approach that subject yet."
That night when we walked into the opening together with you on my arm, I was flying so high, an elephant couldn't drag me back down to earth. We walked together looking at the pieces and you thought I was crazy because every time you turned to ask what I thought, I was looking at you.
You smiled, "You're supposed to be here assessing the art Bill."
"I am." I answered smugly, and we both laughed. You seemed to be basking in the advantage you held over me. You already knew I loved you.
Behind us we heard a familiar voice, "Who's this lovely couple?" Irene exclaimed as she slid up next to us.
I was surprised. I didn't know she knew about us yet. I barely knew. But then I realized you must have told her. She leaned in close.
"You owe me Bill, honey." She whispered with a smile.
I smiled back. "Why? What did you do?"
She gave me a nudge, "I'll tell you later."
She joined us for drinks afterwards and it all felt quite joyous. Just like old times. Minus Jock, of course.