Kimmydon's Choice: both
Hitting send, she set her phone down on the bedspread and lifted the cup of tea to her mouth. The lemon’s tartness complemented the honey’s sweetness, reminding her of him twice. So far away. It would be past midnight where he was, which is why she sent a message rather than calling. Still she wondered what he was doing, if he was dreaming, if he dreamt of her.
How long would they make this last? She’d been in Sydney for two months and the messages were getting fewer and further between. It was too expensive to just fly in for the weekend, which is why she wouldn’t be back in the States for several more months yet. This deal was lucrative, but not that lucrative. She looked at her phone again, smiling. He wasn’t asleep.
The tea was helping. He’d gone to a concert and didn’t want to head to bed right away; he had a night shift tomorrow and staying up would be good. Tea wasn’t the same as coffee, but it didn’t bother his stomach as much. Since that wipe out a month ago, when his bike met a car, his stomach had been very disgruntled when he had too much acid: citrus fruits, coffee, cola.
He missed Coke almost as much as he missed her. His phone chirped and he pulled it out of his pocket, setting the cup down.
Of course, it was only mid-afternoon in Australia, even though it was the dead of night here. He read her email slowly, savoring every word, feeling closer to her because she had just sent it. He sent a quick text before dialling.
I miss you more than Coke.
What? What was that supposed to mean? Why would he miss Coke? Her phone rang and she slopped hot tea all over her bare legs. Cussing loudly, she lifted the phone to her ear. “Shit, Hello?”
“Shit hello to you, too.”
She laughed, feeling better instantly. Maybe this could last another two months.