Soon, she was back, sliding in behind the counter and whispering, “Sorry I had to run out. Got a lead on some DMT.” He nodded, stoic.
“I wish you’d do it with me at least one time,” she said, blue eyes flashing as she dabbed at her eggs with a fork. “The sex would be soooo great.”
The sex was already great, he thought. But, he didn’t say anything because they’d had this conversation before. LSD. DMT. MDMA. He wasn’t into drugs, never had been, it was just the way he was wired…or not. Every moment was a moment, just the way it was, and yeah, you could change it, but you could also accept it.
“You’re judging me with your silence,” she finally added.
“No, I’m not,” he replied quickly, making haste of his coffee, “you can do what you want on your own time, it’s just not my thing.” The check came and he paid.
“Exactly,” she said, sliding off the stool and walking ahead of him, with a nice rear view. “People are always afraid of something, I guess,” she muttered to the wind, just loud enough for him to hear.
Exactly, he thought.