Page 76 of David

“Yes. You?”

“I moved here recently.”

He keeps his eyes on the road while I keep mine on his profile.

I find it odd that a man like him doesn’t want to put down roots.This is such a great place to live and work.

He glances at me and speaks.

“But I won’t be staying here for long.”

His gaze moves away while mine faithfully roves over this face.

“You don’t like this place?”

He looks at me again––like truly looking at me––yet not intending to give me an answer.

“What?” he murmurs absently.

“This is a great place to live.”

The rain intensifies, and he moves his eyes back to the road as the windshield wipers move frantically against the glass.

“I know… It’s a good place indeed,” he says monotonously as if it’s all the same to him. “Where exactly are we going?” he asks.

I ask him to take me to the coffee shop.

“I can walk home from there,” I add.

“I’m sure you can, but it’s not a good idea to walk home in this weather,” he retorts, and that’s that.

A few moments pass.

“You’re hard to impress, aren’t you?” I ask, and a smile grows on his face.

“Are we talking about women or places to live?”

“Both.”

He takes his foot off the gas, and the car rolls slowly despite the roaring engine encased in the sophisticated frame.

I’m sure he picked this car to impress that woman.

He drags his eyes to me and says nothing, although a thought flickers through his eyes.

“Why?” I ask. “You’ve seen too much?”

He swings his gaze to the road as the coffee shop looms in the distance.

“It’s not a matter of seeing too much,” he says. “I lived in beautiful places. It just doesn’t matter to me.”

And he’s had beautiful women, which only means the same thing. They don’t matter to him.Like the one he had with him tonight.

So much for getting inspiration for my book.

No one would want a book boyfriend like him.

Even if I learned more about him, I'm not so sure his story would be more appealing.

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