Vanilla Twilight

5

'Come on, we have to go.' I nudged Psyche, whose head is lying on my lap for a good amount of time now.

'Norman kept scratching my hand, look.' She showed me the scratches and she winced when I touched an open one.

I helped her stand up, she placed the kitten back in its basket and we started to walk back to the entrance, still filming everything.

'The scratches, they'r–' I exclaimed, looking at them with a sour expression because it somehow looked like it raised, and it seemed itchy like hives.

'No, don't worry that's normal to me.' She assured. 'I have dermatographia, it doesn't hurt or anything, but it stays like that for a while.'

I nodded and realized how much I don't know about her.

She's named after a goddess, her father died about a year ago, she does art, and has a strong liking for loud and emo songs, and once had a 1D phase. But Psyche as a person, I don't really know much about her. I stole a glance at her and she was busy filming the trees.

I wondered if she ever thinks of me like this, too.

'Did you know that there's only three to five percent of the world's population that have this skin condition?' She said out of nowhere. 'Cool, huh? I've never been a part of any 5 percent of the world for anything, so sorry if I'm bragging.'

I chuckled, thinking it was cool.

We arrived at the entrance and gave the old lady the baskets back. She gave us a tote bag to put the apples into. Psyche helped me with it.

Getting on the car again, Psyche waved the apple orchard goodbye. I was about to turn the camera off after shooting the exit. But Psyche smiled, and I'm glad I recorded it.

'I might never find this place again.' She explained.

And then I turned it off.

It was around afternoon already and we have no idea on where to head on to next. Looking through our stock of food and noticing that there isn't much left, we decided to stop by a fast food or something to fill our tummies with something.

'There's nothing in here, we've been driving for miles! Where even are we? I'm starving!' I was getting tired of hearing her complain, but I feel the same way so I didn't say anything.

'Hey, hey! Pull off, there's food in there!' She said excitedly, pushing me, making me stir the car the wrong way.

'The fuck are you doing? Don't make me crash my car!' I shouted, furious.

But she laughed at me, for overreacting, she says. I sighed and parked the car between what looked like a radio station and the establishment.

Driving from the middle of nowhere, finally seeing buildings and restaurants and stuff felt weird. It might be okay because we need to find a place to eat and sleep tonight, but something's off somehow. Like the lack of people and things to see were more homey to me.

'Ash, it's a rib place!' She snatched the vlogging camera once more and filmed.

'Hi, so after driving for miles, we're finally gonna eat!' She panned the camera to the logo of the resto. 'Come on!'

She went inside immediately and I just followed. We left Norman alone and the windows slightly ajar for air and poured him lot of water in the empty bento box in case he gets thirsty.

Psyche looked super giddy ordering our food. We ordered a half rack and chose the spicy sauce to go along with it. We also got cornbread and mashed potatoes for side dishes.