Page 69 of Safe With You
I turned the laptop slightly so she could see the screen better.
“The website isn’t bad.”
“That sounded like the beginning of an insult.”
“It’s not.”
“It definitely is.”
“It’s functional. It’s easy to navigate. The problem is the pictures don’t match the store anymore.”
She leaned closer.
Her shoulder brushed mine for barely a second before she shifted the chair toward the laptop.
It wasn’t enough to mean anything.
Still, I noticed.
I clicked onto the About page.
“This one is probably the biggest example.”
The photograph at the top showed Luna standing behind the old café counter. Her hair was shorter, the wall behind her was painted a different color, and half the shelving I’d photographed Tuesday night didn’t exist yet.
She groaned.
“I hate that picture.”
“Why?”
“Because I look tired.”
“You probably were.”
“I was.”
“Then it’s accurate.”
She looked at me. “You’re supposed to tell me I look great.”
“I thought this was a business meeting.”
“It is.”
“Then you look accurately tired.”
Her mouth dropped open.
I laughed before she could respond.
“I’m kidding. It’s not a bad picture. Just outdated.”
She reached for her coffee, still looking suspiciously at the screen.
“I’ve been meaning to replace these for at least a year.”
“Why haven’t you?”
