Page 30 of Voyeur

“Hey, we’re getting out of here,” Brandi said as she leaned in the doorway.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Are you hungry? We’re going to order Thai food at home. You could stay over in the guest room and just get some sleep. You look like you could use it, Silver.”

“I’m okay. Thanks, though,” Silver replied.

“Um… Silver?” Devin spoke as she wrapped an arm around Brandi’s shoulders in the doorway. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Who? One of the journalists showed up?”

“No. I saw Honor outside when a few people went out to smoke and we were out there talking. They won’t let her in because the show’s over.”

“Shit.” Silver jumped up, grabbed her stuff, and hurried to the door. “I’m getting out of here, too. Have a good night.”

She made her way past her friends, who were laughing at her, which Silver didn’t care about, and rushed to the main doors. There, Silver turned her head left and right and saw Honor walking away down the sidewalk.

“Honor!”

Honor turned, and her eyes went wide as Silver jogged toward her, lugging her laptop bag over her shoulder. Silver arrived right in front of her, breathing hard now.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” Honor replied, looking her up and down. “You ran?”

“They told me you were out here,” Silver confessed, still trying to catch some air. “That they wouldn’t let you in because the show was over.”

“Yeah. She said I couldn’t possibly have lost another hat,” Honor replied.

Silver laughed and gripped the strap of her bag nervously.

“You were leaving?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you come to the show?”

“I almost did. I got here on time, but I just sat in my car until it was over.”

“Why?”

“Because I knew I shouldn’t be here. I’m not this person, Silver. I only came tonight to tell you that and apologize for running out on you the other night. Then, I felt like I shouldn’t interrupt your work again, so I waited and hoped that the free ticket you sent me again would get me in the door to talk to you after it was over, but it didn’t.”

“I should be the one apologizing to you,” Silver said. “I shouldn’t have done what I did the other night.”

“Yes, you should have.” Honor’s eyebrows knitted together. “I wanted you to.”

“Yeah, but you also told me it was your first time. And I’m not exactly the kind of woman you bring home to Mom, you know?”

“What does that have to do with it?”

“You seem like the kind of woman who would want her first time with a woman to be with someone she’s in a relationship with or something; someone you could take home to meet your mother.”

“I am,” Honor replied. “Usually.”

“But not the other night?”

“No.”

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