She had looked good. Something about her was different. I wasn’t sure if it was the hair, the way she’d done her eyes, the dress. I couldn’t pinpoint it, though she was dresssed differently.
She was wearing a slip dress and strappy heels. The shoes looked nice, though I didn’t mention it when I’d first come in. Would have been too forward, or maybe I just thought it would be.
“These are my fuck me shoes.”
“Those are nice shoes.”
“Well, too bad they didn’t work.”
“Why do you say that?”
Shrug. “Well…” She got in her car to go home so Roy and I climbed the stairs to the apartment.
Roy had noticed something, too. “Does that mean we’re guys now? Because we noticed the shoes.”
“Nah. We’re just brothers.”