FUJIMOR h.s

7

A lot of girls get overwhelmed. A lot of girls get overwhelmed. A lot of girls get overwhelmed. A lot of girls get overwhelmed. A lot of girls get overwhelmed. A lot of girls get overwhelmed. A lot of girls get overwhelmed. A lot of girls get overwhelmed. A lot of girls get overwhelmed, a lot of girls get.. Overwhelmed. A lot of other girls get overwhelmed and Harry has taken a lot of other girls to the same restaurant and they were also overwhelmed. A lot of girls get overwhelmed and you are one of those lot of girls, they get overwhelmed just like you and they get overwhelmed and they get overwhelmed overwhelmed overwhelmed overwhelmed overwhelmed overwhelmed. A LOT OF GIRLS GET OVERWHELMED.

We only talked about alcohol on the way to my house. I told Arlo I had no intention going back to the estate because there was nothing there that I needed, and Harry didn't insist I come back and spend time with him, he actually favored taking me home and watched intently as I devoured both the spicy and sweet meat he paid for. He said it was tangy but it wasn't, and Arlo said a lot of girls get overwhelmed but I didn't like thinking about that so I forced myself to stop. The gin and tonic helped, or the G&T as Harry would like to call it, he also called the B the bitch, because he likes the word and hates the means of travel, and his drink of choice is always dark whiskey because he likes the way it sits on his tongue. He didn't drink though, and he didn't put the bottle in the ice and I wondered if it was because when he came into the car the first time, he witnessed me unexplainably shoving my hands in the bucket as if there were hidden coins at the bottom. Arlo didn't talk to him about his games, or any of the photographers I called vultures, actually now that I think about it the only sounds I could hear were me sucking the meat off of the bones of my meal.

Which I thoroughly enjoyed.

"Thank you." I said for the first time in a long time and looked Harry directly in his eyes. Maybe I could decipher if I was a burden or not, and maybe I could figure out why he was being so quiet all of a sudden. When his strong eye contact became too strong I looked down at my empty container with swipes of dark orange sauce. "But everything still stands, I don't need your travel car, no offense Arlo."

At that time I wondered when partitions became an afterthought in the brain of the person who designed the car, because if they had existed I possibly wouldn't have been as bothered by his silence.

"I understand."

A pause.

"So if I was any other woman, what would you be doing right now? Because you've been silent and you're talkative so it doesn't correlate."

The car must have hit a rock because it jolted for a bit, Harry paid no attention. "Do you want the real answer?"

"The realest answer you can give me."

"Well the ride after a visit to Chora's," Twenty minutes down the street and I finally retrieve the name of the kabob haven, "Usually involves some heavy petting."

"Don't say heavy petting.."

"What do you want me to say,"

I shrugged and hid the curve of my smile with my shoulder. I wasn't sure if he could see anyway because the sun was down and there weren't many streetlights. But I could see his teeth glisten and the whites of his eyes, if he hadn't seen my mouth my own eyes would have given it away. "Anything other than heavy petting, reminds me of the orange president."

His head cocked quickly to the side. "You associate the saying heavy petting with Donald Trump?"

In what felt like a long awaited game I finally caught Arlo's gaze in the front mirror, and in his eyes I could see he was smiling as well. Though we disconnected for the split of the second Harry pushed his knuckle against my shoulder, it settled my frisked nerves of being an intruder of their evening. I did, because after him the world went to shit, and sex ruins lives so it made sense in my head. "Yes, yes. Okay so heavy petting and what else?"