Assistant manager- [M.S]

16

June 8.

We spent the rest of yesterday trudging around
Fells Point. It was hot, as expected, and our silence was a give away to our exhaustion.

Or maybe from the pure embarrassment I had felt standing in a sex shop with him.

Not to mention that every effort I made to make small talk had failed. He either didn't seem interested, shot down the conversation, or we didn't agree on anything being discussed.

Matt suggested that we stopped to get pizza at the shop I had mentioned for a late lunch and at this point I couldn't turn it down.

We ordered a small pizza, sharing the pieces between us. I let him choose what kind, knowing it would be rare for someone to agree with my choice topping.

When he found out I preferred pineapple, he called me a maniac and said that putting a fruit on a cooked meal is "pure shit."

I settled for his choice though, although there wasn't much of a selection - plain old pepperoni.

Boring.

I didn't complain though, honestly I was too hungry to see straight, and I would've settled for just about anything.

I had a missed text from Chris once Matt and I finished eating. Something about him checking in on me and making sure Matt was behaving all right. I replied, telling him what we had done, and he even offered to rescue me. I found humor in this, but told him it wasn't necessary.

Matt left a fifty dollar bill on the booth when we left the small restaurant, definitely more than he needed to, but I guess the college student waiter will have a nice tip to come back to.

It wasn't four yet, that being the time my mom  wanted us back, but we were too tired from walking around on the same street, so we came back earlier.

I really enjoyed it. The street was colorful, it gave me an older vibe but it was still fairly modern. It was really beautiful.

If I'm ever around again, I'm putting the record store at the top of my list.

Matt made a comment on the walk back that I had been overdressed for a day of walking. He had worn a black t-shirt and jeans, making it no surprise that he had been roasting all day. I had ignored him though, something I had to learn to do pretty well over the past week

That night I had the best sleep yet, which had surprised me considering I was sleeping on a flat bunk bed on a bus, but I was in a great mood after walking around and seeing some of the places I had been eager to visit.

I had thanked Matt again for staying with me, but we hadn't spoken since.

Now preparing for the show tonight, I hadn't spoken to any of them, including Chris.

We felt distant. I understand he's busy, he's working, he has priorities. That's fine.

It's just that one second Chris is very open and friendly, then the next day he's closed off.

I hadn't seen any of them before the show. My mom suggested that I took that time to catch up with my dad. I think she noticed the lack of enthusiasm I held every time she asked if I had talked to him yet that day, and when she found out I hadn't talked to him since New York, she wasn't too happy.

A conversation goes both ways.

He has just as much of an expectation to check on his kid as I am to call my dad. He hasn't sent me a quick text or anything.

Not my fault.

I didn't argue with her though. She even let me use her work laptop, although I think that was a trap. Since it was connected to her phone number, she could check on her phone to see if I was actually in the call. Smart girl.