Just before Jeffrey was able to recognize his former flame, Cole grabbed Vera and kissed her, dipping her as if they were dancing. Jeffrey and his date, a woman wearing a shirt with an embroidered cat on it, gawked for a moment.
“I thought Chewie was my ex,” he said to the woman, as they walked away. “She’d never be caught dead here, though.” They moved on to the Superhero exhibit.
Cole’s lips felt soft and sweet to Vera. As they were making out, the word “delicious” popped into her brain for some reason, one of her most favorite words of all time. While he was kissing her, Cole kept one eye on Jeffrey to see if he had left. Once he realized Jeffrey was no longer there, he dropped Vera with a thump, like Chewbacca roadkill.
“Ouch,” said Vera. “What was that for?”
“To teach you a lesson,” he said. “Follow the rules.”
“No,” she said, getting up and dusting herself off. “I know why you dropped me, but why did you kiss me? We could have just lied our way out of that situation. It’s not like I was with Chip.”
“When it comes to people you know, or have some sort of history with, it can be hard to lie to them. They know you. They’ll see right through you.” He pulled a piece of paper out of Vera’s hair and smoothed it. “And I can tell you right now that you were going to come up with an awful set of lies that would incriminate you.”
“I had it covered,” she said.
He raised his eyebrows at her as they continued to walk toward the exit.
“So what do we do now?”
“You’re going to have to check in with Uncle Bruce after the assignment. Your payment should be processed ASAP, granted that Chip is on time.”
Outside of the convention center, comic book and sci-fi fans were still piling in, as Vera and Cole were filing out. It was a sunny day, with the blue sky beckoning people to be out enjoying the weather. It made Vera sad that so many people were headed indoors. This kind of weather always made her want to find a good book and a shady tree.
“So what are you up to the rest of the day?” she said, as they walked toward their cars. Vera had to admit that she couldn’t get her mind off that kiss.
Just then, a short, petite blond woman walking toward them threw her arms around Cole’s shoulders.
“Hey, honey,” she said to Cole. “I tried calling you. You off work yet?”
He kissed her politely, while still looking at Vera, as if this were awkward for him.
“Jill,” he said, pulling away from her. “This is Vera. Uncle Bruce’s new hire.”
Jill gave one look at Vera in her Chewie costume and let out a cutesy laugh.
Vera found herself standing by a black BMW, and saw this as a way to excuse herself.
“Well, this is me,” she said to Cole and Jill.
Cole’s eyes bugged out when he noticed her car.
“A BMW? Nice ride.”
“Thanks,” she said, standing back and admiring the car. “But it’s not mine. Mine’s over there.” She pointed at an old Chevy Cobalt across the street.
He looked at her curiously.
“See,” she said. “I, too, can lie.”