[You know you want me to.]
The only real question is when.
The Question Is Answered
With a phone call. Unexpected.
Anticipated. I happen to be on
a smoke break (yes, I’ve taken up
the habit again—big surprise)
when my cell begins to chime.
Kristina? It’s Trey. I’m
in Reno. Can we hook up?
OMG! He wants to hook up
with me? My heart starts to pound,
and my hands go clammy. And
then it strikes me he probably
wants the hundred I owe him.
I’d like to collect that debt.
And talk about that “interest.”
OMG! Maybe
he wants more
than money. Am I prepared to give
it to him? [Hell, yeah!] “I don’t
get off work until four. I could
meet up with you after that.”
Sounds like a plan. Oh, are
you by any chance looking?
Looking for what? [To score,
idiot.] “Um…” I’m not looking,
am I? [Of course you are.]
“Well…uh…yes, actually, I guess
I am.” Question answered.