Kindred Spirits

At the restaurant, Scott asked what they had on tap. Dos Equis and Tecate, the server said.

“Hmm,” said Scott, looking at me. “Which should I go for?”

I laughed, shrugged. I don’t know one beer from another. He ordered a Tecate. As the server walked away, I said, teasingly, “Emily of New Moon? Or Emily of Deep Valley?”

“Deep Valley,” he said, not missing a beat.

I blinked at him.

“That’s the right answer.”

“I know.” He grinned. “Sweetheart. I read your blog.”