[ She wants to ask, then. The question trembles in her chest as she acknowledges his smile, the ease with which he is close to her: what do you want from me? But soon he's standing her up again, and she's glad to be back on her feet, and it's forgotten again.
It doesn't matter.
She doesn't want the answer, probably. Better to ignore whatever it could be. ]
Yeah. [ She loosens her grip on him then, puts space between them eagerly. As if that might help her get her head straight. ] Where did you learn this? [ That too is almost an accusation. ]
no subject
It doesn't matter.
She doesn't want the answer, probably. Better to ignore whatever it could be. ]
Yeah. [ She loosens her grip on him then, puts space between them eagerly. As if that might help her get her head straight. ] Where did you learn this? [ That too is almost an accusation. ]