𝐄𝐳𝐫𝐚 | 18+

06

As we eat the pasta, a comfortable silence dawns between us.

"Are you doing anything tomorrow?" He asks.

"I'm a very busy woman, you know. But I'm sure I can find some free time." I say.

"Cool. I found this place the other day on the woods. I was wondering if you wanted to go, since, you know, you're so athletic and all." He says, without looking up from his plate.

"Yeah, sure, sounds fun." I smile.

"Meet me here around nine-ish, tomorrow morning and we can drive there." He slightly smiles.

"Sounds like a plan." I reply.

"What's a scary movie that scarred you?" I ask randomly. He gets up to get another plate of pasta and takes mine as well since I'm almost done. He comes back and sets my full plate back down.

"Thank you." I say, eating it so fast I could be inhaling it.

"Mhm. Probably The Nun. That shit's scary," He says, sitting back down. His cologne brushes last me and I find myself searching for more.

"True. I don't understand why they didn't just throw a knife at her. I mean, unless they have super karate powers like me. I would've karate chopped that old bitch's head off with my foot. I used to take karate class when I was seven, I spent most of my time on the floor." I say, thinking back to the time Roger Rogers (yes, his parents did him dirty)  tripped me and I pretended to pass out so my mom had to come get me. 

It was worth it. I got ice cream.

"I used to take boxing, my dad forced me into it. I didn't mind it too much, but I wanted to take drawings lessons." He says.

"Oh...did your dad mess with your plans for life?" I ask. It sounded too personal, but I didn't intend it to be.

"Something like that." He shrugs.

"Whats are your three biggest fears? Mine are monkeys, then elevators, and then being abandoned in a desert." I say.

"Monkeys??" He asks, as if it were ridiculous.

"Shut up. Monkeys are terrifying. They're like little humans that swing on branches and live in trees, tell me that's not even a little bit scary." I say, defending myself.

"I guess so...I fear butterflies and small spaces." He says.

"I respect that. Butterflies are pretty tho-"

"No." He cuts me off.

"Very well. A lot of people are scared of dying, but dying is peaceful. I think they're scared of the pain that comes with dying. Or maybe they're scared that they won't have lived their life at the fullest." I say, thinking out loud.

"I've never thought of it that way..." he murmurs.

"What do you think happens after death? I like to think that you get reborn, even though I think that would get exhausting. Did you know that when someone is decapitated the head is still conscious for twenty seconds? Or something like that." I shrug. He looks at me in disbelief.

"You fucking with me?" He asks.

"Nope. I mean maybe, I read it online. It could be bullshit, but I find it fun to believe it." I smile.

"Wow." He raises his eyebrows.
"Imagine being in an experimenting lab and someone just chops your head off and is like 'ok Billy start counting'." I laugh.

"One, two, three, four..." Ezra jokes. I throw my head back laughing.

"We probably shouldn't joke about this," I say, but can't help my laughter.