Yet another impending early-morning hearing, yet another late-night brainstorm session. I stifle a yawn and flip to the next page of the file I’m reading. As I do so, I notice Mac crossing her legs across from me. Usually, I wouldn’t really pay much attention unless she was wearing a skirt, but a gleam of color catches my eye. Curious, I raise my gaze to her feet. Zeroing in on what captured my attention, I can’t help the smile that crosses my face. “Hey, Mac, I like your toes.”

“Hmm?” she asks absently. She lifts her eyes to mine, then follows my line of sight to her toenails. She immediately gives a sheepish grin, wiggling her toes. “Oh. Thanks. New color.”

I nod. “Wishful, Wistful Wine. I know.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “And how exactly do you know the name of my toenail polish...?”

I simply shrug. “Living with a teenage girl changes a man.”

- Fin. -