Mr. Darcy and I have reached that phase in our relationship.
Yeah, that one.
While leaving a restaurant-
Me (cautiously inquisitive): Did you just fart?
Him (averting his eyes): No.
Me (skeptically eying him): Hmmm.
Him: Okay, I did.
Me (victorious): I KNEW IT!
While lying in bed-
Me: I just farted.
Him: That is adorable.
(He says that now. . .)
Via text while in Powell’s-
Him: Ha ha. I just farted.
Him (sent directly after the first text): No, I didn’t.
Me: Where are you? Because I want to avoid that section. FARTER.
Nothing will ever be the same again.