69. Glass
Reyna sometimes wonders if they lived in a glass house, what would people looking in see?
Would they see the garbage full of takeout containers? Because let's be honest, neither of them can cook. What would that make them think?
Would they see the pictures of friends and family, and the ones from their wedding day? What would that make a random passerby think of the couple that lives in that house?
Maybe they would pass by on a bad night, a night where they're worried about money because she's still in law school and he's trying to start his own mechanics business. What would people think of Leo and Reyna if they passed and saw them screaming at each other because money troubles lead them to fight about anything else they're bothered with.
Or would they see the good nights, when nobody's home, because it's date night and they're splurging on champagne and fancy food. The nights when the reminisce about the simple early days or imagine their future and just talk. Maybe they pass by at just the right moment of that night and would see them bursting through the door, lips moving across one another's perfectly from years of dancing this dance, tearing off each other's clothes and heading to the bedroom. (Or the table, or couch, or counter, or chair, or- you know what, forget it. That's probably enough.)
(Or even the floor. Any one, doesn't matter, they're not picky.)
Reyna's sitting with Leo, her feet resting on his lap, both of them drinking hot chocolate, and she smiles.
Because if they lived in a glass house, no matter what time people might pass by and no matter what they're doing , the passerby would see a happy couple who love each other.
And Reyna's okay with that.