Whitestripe

Talking to Elise

"Elise." She said the red slowly draining from her face. The waiter approached my table with my food and iced chocolate. I grabbed his arm before he left. It was the same boy who served me, and he asked, a little confused what was the matter. I leaned over to the girl infront of me.

"Do you like chocolate?" She actually looked at me and smiled and I said to the waiter.

"Can I get another one of these?"  I turned to the girl and asked if she was hungry, and she shook her head.

"Is that all sir?" He said, politely, looking at the girl. I told him so and he left.  I propped my elbows on the table and rested my head on my hands, looking down at her.

"So apparently I'm interesting hmm?" I said quietly, a small smile creeping up to my lips. 

Her eyes widened a little then she shook herself out of the shock.

"I guess... That's not important." She hesitated, avoiding the question. It seemed like she had gain a sudden burst of confidence. "So you're a tramp right?"

My eyes flickered down and my smile dropped, bringing my gaze with it. She sounded exactly like the plastic queen.  Maybe I was wrong... Was she not so different after all? I frowned at the idea, slightly disappointed.

"I'm sorry." Her voice sliced up my thoughts. She looked worried. "I'm sorry" She said again, her voice almost pleading. "That was rude... What I meant... How come you carry around all that stuff all the time?" Her voice was barely audible by the time she'd finished speaking. I dropped my hands, fingers gripping the edge of the table slightly while the smile returned.

"I am a tramp. Three days on my tramp license as of today." I said, glancing at my backpack and sleeping bag.

"To be honest with you... Anybody else would probably think you're a tourist... I'm sorry. It's just.-"

"-The queen..." I muttered under my breath. She seemed to hear me but I dismissed it. 

The young man returned again, examining my meal, I'd barely touched it. He gave Elise her iced chocolate and left without a word. Timidly, she sucked from the straw and I promptly started eating.

Between bites I'd pause and ask her questions.

"Your sister is very... interesting." My statement got a roll of the eyes.

"If you ask me we were adopted. Honestly, she's mad." I laughed.

"Well, mad is what got you here, talking to me didn't it." I stopped and realized what I just said. She never noticed. I needed to quit being so arrogant. 

"I guess so." She smiled, looking to the ground. I couldn't help but stare a few seconds longer than polite... She was pretty.

"So where are you from? Mustn't be too far away, I've seen you around."

To be continued later today...