Page 79 of I Can't Even Think Straight

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with my thumb and index finger

in front of my face.

“A little bit,” I say.

“I’m sorry,” Obi says again.

“Jenny tells me I can be

a bit of a dick sometimes.

I’m really sorry, Kai.

How about we just order now?”

“Okay,” I say nonchalantly.

“Sorry to bother you,” Obi begins

as he calls over the waiter.

The way Obi says sorry so often

kinda gives me the ick,

but I try my best to ignore it.

Matt tells me I get irritable

and angry when I’m hungry.

After the waiter takes our order,

Obi leans forward and says,

“So, tell me about you, Kai.”

His eyes search my face as he waits

with his elbows on the table between us

and his chin resting in the hammock

made by his long, interlaced fingers.

Obi looks more relaxed now,

which oddly puts me on edge.

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Family? Heritage?

Favorite subjects at school?

Any hobbies other than bouldering?

Tell me anything.”

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