Wait until the music's over

34. Nachos, mix tapes and the mysterious bag

"Too many, definitely too many nachos" Angie makes her way to my car holding one hand over her stomach through her coat.

"You suggested the place, you said the servings were generous" I remind her as I unlock the car.

"I forgot they were so generous"

"Do you wanna walk some more?" I ask and hesitate before getting in.

"Oh no, thanks, the 30 minute walk was more than enough. And it's freezing out here, if I had to chose between indigestion and congestion, I'd go for the first one" Angie gets in my Toyota and I follow her right after.

"I've got what you need, look behind my seat"

Angie stretches her arm towards the back of the car, while I start the engine and get into the night traffic of my new city. It was a nice night out. Well, it'd have been much nicer if Angie hadn't found the way to mention her useless ex boyfriend during anytime in our conversation, with relation to every single subject I came up with:

"You now I adore cheese"

"Sure, I remember! Just like me! How can anyone not like it? And Jerry hates it, can you believe it?"

or

"Did I ever tell you about me taking part to the Battle of the bands in high school?"

"No, you didn't! You told me about a school play, didn't you? When you had to wear a cowboy hat or something like that, right? Ah no, that was Jerry"

and also

"They took me to a club yesterday, I think it's called Central Tavern, do you know it?"

"Yep, that's where I met Jerry for the first time"

and

"I can't stand this song, it reminds me of Jerry"

"Jerry never took me out to dinner"

"That waiter looks like Jerry with dark hair"

Jerry here, Jerry there... WHAT. THE. FUCK.

I wanna be understanding, I guess there's heavy shit going on, it was a hard break up, but you gotta move on at some point.

"Jaegermeister?" she asks skeptically, holding up the bottle and looking alternatively at me and at the deer on the label.

"It warms you up and helps your stomach"

"Right" Angie shrugs and opens the bottle to take a sip.

"Listen... what d'you wanna do now?" I ask, hoping her answer will be something along the lines of 'take you home and fuck'.

"Mmm... go somewhere else? But it's a little late maybe, I don't wanna stay up too late" she bites her bottom lip lost in thought and then quickly shakes her head.

"Nah, me neither" that's exactly why going to your place and fuck seems like the best solution to me.

"But I don't wanna go home right away"

You don't?

"Oh. Well, so... we can just go for a ride, maybe?" fucking is out of question, at least at home.

"Ok!"

"Where? Maybe you know some private hidden spot that suits us..." I wink at her driving to the Lake Union area, where maybe there'll be a chance for a car quickie: I don't wanna give up without fighting first.

"Oh! Well, yeah... some... maybe"

"You know, just to be alone, you and me, to have a good chat in peace and... drink a toast with some digestive stuff" and steam the car windows.