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10/08/11 at 11:16 PM by anamericangod
|"You should probably know, I have a boyfriend." She has handed me a disclaimer, and already put herself on the defensive. Ask me if I am surprised.|
"I don't know much about him, and I don't really care to," I tell her. "Regardless of that minor technicality, I think you might be somebody I'd like to know."
She has this look in her eyes, like there's an orchestra of lightning flashing somewhere in her head, and all the synapses in her brain are firing together in an attempt to figure me out. Like she's trying to determine my motive. She can't.
I imagine this frustrates her in a curious way.
She stares, thinking, still. I get lost in a brilliant sea of green.
"You're right. I might be," she tells me in an almost inquisitive tone and with a pause in just the right place, as she gathers her belongings to make her exit. "Speak for yourself," she says in a half whisper, glancing back as she walks away.