Don't think that I don't think about you ; because I do.
- G-EAZY
The house has been silent for almost half an hour now, the bustle of men and boots and laughter having moved to some other condo, in some other sleazy corner of this little universe.
Luka has been silent for the same amount of time, rolling his lighter from finger to finger like a sort of street magician.
I have been staring at him doing it. Thin fingers curl around the black base, flicking it upwards with oddly even fingernails, and back again. Rise and repeat.
"A picture would last longer." Luka sneers suddenly and I jump violently at his voice.
"Seriously?" I whine, pressing a hand to my chest. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"Did I?"
"No."
"Then I failed."
I scoff over the sound of his snickering.
"What time is it?" I ask with a slight yawn that I try to hide behind my hand. I fail, the edges of the yawn ending somewhere at my nose. Great, now he's gotten a clear look at my molars.
He should be impressed, I haven't had a cavity in years, ever since that one Halloween where I ate all the taffy and ended up getting three teeth pulled.
"Two in the morning." He yawns slightly, rubbing the back of a fist into his eye.
God, I hadn't even realized how late it was.
"You look tired, you should sleep." I whisper, picking at my nails.
Luka lets out a humorless chuckle.
"Ah, sleep. I remember how that felt. But when you see things that I see, sleep is your enemy."
"You sound like a creepy old man who lives in a tower sometimes." I blurt out, and I have the sudden urge to slap my hand over my mouth.
He blinks at me a few times before bursting into silent laughter. The edges of his eyes crinkle in the most adorable way, the smile lines on his face deep and prominent.
"You kill me, gringita." He says, wiping fake tears from his eyes.
"Okay, seriously, you've called me that word for the longest time and I still have no clue what it means." I huff.
"A gringa is Spanish word for like, white girl. And gringita is little white girl."
"How clever of you." I scoff, rolling my eyes, trying to pretend I don't love the sound of his voice when he speaks Spanish.
"Hey, don't blame me, I didn't make the language."
An awkward silence followed, and I began to stretch into another giant yawn.
"I feel like I should sleep but I'm not tired." I mumble, smacking my lips together slightly. Lies. I was wide awake. I just couldn't stand that Luka was staring at me like...like that.
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