Lucky in Love by Karina Gioertz

you.” The corners of my mouth had curled up in a most satisfied way.
    “Fine, but do you know why I don't hook up on Saturdays?” Now Noah was just testing me. That was fine, I was prepared.
    “Because technically, it's already Sunday and your catholic upbringing kicks in and you feel overcome with guilt and shame at the mere thought of having premarital sex. Mostly because you will get up and go to church with your mom in the morning and you are secretly scared that you will get struck by lightning if God can smell the sex on you.”  What had started out as a sly smirk was now growing into a cocky grin that simply could not be contained. Noah was clearly taken aback by all of this.
    “Wow, it sounds pretty stupid when you say it out loud,” he admitted.
    I cocked my head to the side and said, “Really?  It never seemed stupid to you before?” Noah attempted to throw a bar rag at me, but I managed to duck in time.
    “It's not that stupid when you think it's your own little reasoning and nobody else knows about it...everything is different now that I know you know!” He looked at me in a way that was supposed to suggest that he was outraged but the incessant twinkling in his eyes told me otherwise.
    So, I continued, “Well, I'm glad we are finally talking about it 'cause I've always wondered how that works when you are in a relationship.  I mean, I know it doesn't happen often, but what happens when you date a girl for a week or more and Saturday rolls around and suddenly you don't put out?”
    “Good question.  If we can make it happen before midnight, it's not a problem.” He had finally finished and was walking back around to the front of the bar where I was sitting.
    “And if you can't?” I asked, growing more curious.
                  “A lot of my relationships end on Saturdays,” he said, as he plopped down in the seat beside me.
    “Huh, I'm surprised I never noticed that.”
    He grinned, “Yeah, me too.”  We sat there for a moment, grinning at each other without saying anything. When I realized what we were doing, I quickly jumped off of my bar stool.
    “Ok, well I'm all done here.  How about you?”
    Noah looked back at one last trash can.
    “I just need to take this trash out, but I'll meet you up front at the office.”
    “K,” I nodded and took the register drawer and all its contents over to D. who was still sitting in the office waiting for us to get done. I hadn’t even realized it, but everyone else has slowly trickled out of the building, leaving only the three of us behind.
    D. was busy talking on the phone when I walked in. He looked up and waved me over as he was talking. I quietly set everything down on his desk and began to walk back out.
    “Yeah, I should be outta here in about five minutes.  Lucky just handed me the money.  No, she's not working, just stopped in to see Noah.  Baby, I told you, they're just roommates.  Ok, I'll see you soon.” I had just reached the doorway when D. hung up the phone.
    “What was that about?” I realized I was bordering on rude, but since the conversation had suddenly included me, I felt I was well within my right to ask.
    D. laughed.
    “Lisa is convinced that the two of you are a couple.” 
    “What?” No one had ever thought that before. Not anyone that knew us anyway.
    “Yeah, even back in the day, she'd come up to me and be like - you know those two are dating.” He was still chuckling as he started pulling apart the neatly stacked bills and receipts I had just handed him.
    “No way.” I wasn’t sure what I found more surprising, knowing that she had thought that or the fact that in all the years I’d known her she hadn’t ever mentioned it to me.
    “Yup.  So, is he all done now or what?” He was referring to Noah of course.
    “Just taking out the trash and then we are out of here...What?” I suddenly noticed that D. had stopped what he was doing and was just looking at me as though he had more to