Things are going well. We're volleying words back and forth. Everything she says, I have something I can say back. We're sparking, and part of me just wants to sit back and watch. We're clicking. Not because a part of me is fitting into a part of her. But because our words are clicking into each other to form dialogue and our dialogue is clicking together to form this scene from this ongoing movie that's as comfortable as it is unrehearsed.
I know she's holding back a little. I know she keeps shooting me questions so I won't get too close to her answers. That's fine. Who is she really? Fuck if I know. But I care. Yeah, I'm starting to care.
I know she's holding back a little. I know she keeps shooting me questions so I won't get too close to her answers. That's fine. Who is she really? Fuck if I know. But I care. Yeah, I'm starting to care.