I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"Mother always said a watched pot never boils."
"Thank you, Forrest Gump."
I sniffed the air.
"What's that smell?" I asked.
"I dont smell anything."
"Hugo? Are you wearing a new cologne?"
"No, why?"
"Because, I smell an "Obsession for men" here."
"How droll. Where ever did you learn that?"
"From the master himself."
"Moi?" Hugo said, spreading his arms out, dramatically.
"Youre getting too worked up about that new guy. Uh... What's his name?"
He shot me the evil eye.
"Oh, that's right, Steve."
"I am not, as you so daintily put it, worked up about Steve. I'm just interested in the books he's reading."
"Oh, I see. That's why you keep looking at the door. To see if the book mobile drives by."
"You are the one to give advice, Mister If-he's-got-a-hard-body-and-a- pulse, he's-my-soulmate" Shamus."
"That is not true."
"You mean it doesn't have to have a pulse? That, young man, is grotesque."
"All I'm saying is not to rush into anything. You hardly know him."
"That's why I like to talk to him," he said, giving my cheek a love pat. "That way I get to know him."
"Alright, I'll stay out of it."
"That's the first smart thing you've said today."
I went back to my table.
I sat there, reading my fitness magazine, when Hugo came by, sniffing the air. Speaking of obsession, he murmured.
I looked out the window.
Mike stood outside.
