The Benefits of Public Transportation - Yumikuri

Chapter 5 - 551 days ago

I unlocked my front door and went inside. After I hung my backpack on it's hook, I walked slowly into the kitchen. Krista was sat on the countertop, shoes on the floor, eating my last apple.

"Sooo..."

"Hi. "

"Um. How exactly do you know where I live?"

"Your coworkers have very loose lips. "

"Ah. And- why exactly did you... I mean, if a random girl gave me- we barely know each other and you're in my house! Eating my apples!" I stuttered, mildly exasperated.

"That sounds like a strange metaphor." She commented.

I sighed and lit a cigarette. What the hell? No, really- what the absolute hell? Why was this girl in my house?

I looked up to see Krista had relocated from the counter to directly in front of me. She smiled, reached up, and stroked my cheek lightly.

Ok, now I was really confused. What the fuck was happening?

She slowly moved her hand down my jawline, pausing near my mouth. She held her hand there for a count of three, before snatching the cigarette from my lips in one smooth motion. She held it between two fingers and stood tip-toe so that we were eye to eye.

"I just want you to know that I would definitely make out with you right now but your tongue would taste like a hobo. "

She turned away and put out the cigarette in the sink. Plopping back on the counter, she continued with her apple.

"I mean, Ymir." Chew. Swallow.

"You missed a hell of an opportunity there." Another bite.

"I'll have you know-" Mouth full.

Swallow.

"My ex boyfriend said I was an excellent kisser. Granted, I'm gay and he was a dick, so the relationship was garbage, but we did make out quite a lot. "

She got up and started walking, before pausing. "Trash? Compost?"

"Um. Compost is right there."

She pulled open the drawer next to the sink and deposited her apple core in the appropriate bin.

"Anyway." She swung back around, and faced me again.

"I came here with the full intention of making out with you. You ruined it. You'll have to take me out to make up for it. Call me. And I do mean call."

With that, she left. I could swear I heard a motorcycle start up outside, but that might've been my imagination.

Realizing I'd spent the entire exchange standing in the middle of my kitchen, I pulled open my fridge and grabbed a beer. It was 3:00 in the afternoon, but fuck it, I'll enjoy my Racer 5.

-

Phew.

Ymir, you got this. You're just calling a girl. That's it. It's. Simple. SIMPLE.

I exhaled deeply a few times, and pressed the call button. She picked up on the fourth ring.

"Ay. Ymir. "

"..Yeahh."

"So what's up? You finally going to ask me on I date?"

"Shut up. It's been like 3 days."

"My point exactly."

"Ok. Well, Lady Dickhead, would you care to join me for a picnic this afternoon at the nearest park?"

"Why of course, Miss Shitface." She trilled, adopting a phony British accent. "I've been anticipating an invitation to your latest ball, I've waited ages for it."

"Um..," I giggled. " Um yeah. Ok. I guess come to my house at 11:30?"

"I'll be there. "