Page 17 of Your Rhythm
I can only see the very edge of it, two thin horizontal lines tapering to a point just below her clavicle. My fingers are itching to pull the fabric of her shirt to the side and see what’s inked on the delicate skin underneath.
“...and you’re okay with that last bit too?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s what I said, or close enough.”
“Cool. Then I guess we’re all done.”
I glance away from her shoulder just as she lowers her phone.
“When’s it printing?”
“Monday,” she replies, “that is, if they haven’t already fired me for being late and got someone to write something else.”
“You don’t want a picture of me? For the front page?”
She lets out a bitter laugh. “More like the second to last page. Sorry to disappoint you, but you’re not exactly working withLa Gare’s prime reporter.”
“I’ll frame it anyways.”
She laughs again and starts buttoning her coat. “I better head out now.”
“You’re not staying for the rest of the show?”
“Late article, remember? Plus, I need to get back to my place out in Verdun.”
“You live in fuckingVerdun?”
She nods. “Yep. Fucking Verdun.”
“Jesus. Well, safe travels.”
“Thanks. Enjoy dancing the night away.”
She moves past me towards the exit and walks away without looking back. I wish I could say I do the same, but I stay standing there watching the front door long after she’s gone.
I may have lied to Cole, but I can’t lie to myself: I am definitely interested in Kay as agirlgirl.
