Evan - Humor

Emily texted me when she was on the tarmac; apparently, while riding the tram to the station, she got hit on. It happens, of course, she's a pretty woman traveling alone, but it's not usually in the morning. 

He was another business person, sat across from her, was checking out her legs. Turns out they were both headed to the same place and he asked where she was staying.

"I'm married," she said she told him, though he was cute and she enjoyed the attention.

He smiled. "No wedding rings," he said.

"You're observant," she said, smiling at him.

"Hey, it's good; I get it, no need to make up a story."

"I'm not, I'm really married."

"So why no rings?" asked her. 

"I leave them home when I'm going to meet my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Sorry, okay, I have to ask."

She said he sat up, like he was transitioning from a lion on the hunt to something more curious.

"It's all in the open," she said, "we have a, let's call it a unique marriage."

"Like an open marriage?"

"Sort of," she said, "more like half open."

"I don't want to ask, do I?"

She smiled. "One of us is monogamous, one isn't."

"Hence the boyfriend," she said.

"Hence the boyfriend."

"He the sharing type?"

She said he leaned forward, predator again, hunting again. "He is definitely not the sharing type," she said.

"Sorry," he said, "habit."

"It's not the first time a man's hit on me," Emily told him. "If I didn't have a possessive boyfriend, I might have taken you up on it."