Spinach in Your Teeth at Sunset
Elena adjusted her fedora in the rearview mirror, checking for smudged mascara. The tennis court at the resort was empty, the clay reddish-gold in sunset. At forty-two, she'd mastered the art of looking composed while her marriage quietly dissolved.
She checked her phone again. Nothing from Marcus.
"You've got spinach in your teeth," said David, suddenly beside her. He'd just finished his padel match, sweat-darkened hair curling at his collar. Their company's CEO. The man she'd been avoiding all week at this corporate retreat.
Elena's palm went to her mouth instinctively. "Oh god. Since when?"
"Since the CEO dinner last night." David's smile was sympathetic, knowing. "I was going to tell you, but you seemed so determined to keep everything professional."
"Marcus and I are separating," she said, the words out before she could stop them. Maybe it was the heat, the rhythm of the game, or the way David looked at her like she was a person, not just his VP of Marketing.
"I know," David said softly. "I know about the running away part too, Elena. Not the physical kind. The emotional kind."
She'd been doing that for years—running from difficult conversations, from intimacy, from her own unhappiness. Standing here with spinach in her teeth, sweat prickling her back, she felt ridiculous and suddenly, wildly alive.
"Want to play?" David asked, gesturing to the padel court. "I promise I'll go easy on you."
"David, I'm your employee."
"You're also my friend," he said. "And I'm fairly certain you could destroy me in any racquet sport, professional boundaries notwithstanding."
Elena laughed, really laughed, for the first time in months. She took off her hat, letting her hair fall loose. "Fine. But you're buying dinner after. No spinach on the menu."
"Deal."
As they walked toward the court, David's fingers brushed hers—just once, just briefly. In that touch, Elena felt something shift. Maybe running away wasn't her only option anymore. Maybe it was time to stay, messy teeth and all, and finally play the game.