reathe. I sag against the vandalized walls of an empty lot and gulp f
Charlotte
ettles back down and I get
hunger co
the
the
curse unde
go back
behind that bastard's cheap, rickety door. Stuff that I'm pretty sure is g
. I see a blonde teenage boy's head
t-and I'm disappointed to b
ture at me. "Wassup, sexy?!
re I can answer and lea
ike to be proven
is not t
, I start the long walk
r than this uniform. The skirt is too sh
ring a sign on my back
men in this part of the city don
initiative al
t did before. I shiver and keep wal
r and Mickey. They're all merging together in my delirious brain, until I'm
on is as grotes
back to reality-t
ella fills my nostrils. When I pivot, I drink in the
cloths and red lanterns hanging over the doo
ut front bears a name:
but it might as well be Klingo
that concerns me
the moment is getting somethi
ze. I don't even care that I
o give just went flutt
into a seat at the
skinny waiter asks when
ven bothering to glance at a menu. "And pumpkin ra
brows with amusem
confirm. "So
cook like the w
words and grateful
return a minute later with a basket
p to my feet and kiss
ge to rest
bar
gratefully, grabbi
d away. I hear him chuckling under his
he best thing I've
ravioli arrive, I've polished off all
ng else. I finish all of both dishes at lightspeed. It
wn my fork, I fee
ere, hunting for my wallet. This was an expensive indulgence and I'l
go, I'd have probably sold my bo
at it looks like I might
re coming up with no
let is
g into my lap, and
air ties,
no w
the table and upend my bag, dumping all the contents onto the tab
no w
e giving me weird looks as I
e. Please be in
uc
irection when I curse, but I do
not
y mad dash away from Mickey. Which means I've
a of a full bel
icy dread is ba
friendly smile. I try to give him one in return, but it feels like my f
mutter, blush
heck with tremb
dollars
k.
option. I hate it with
n't have
e at the table opposite mine and a bunch of m
the floor, with a second
is. I have
another day and
just have t
en, and then I slide out from behind my table. I
g open again-too soon,
fuck,
, ma'am...
lready accelerating into sprint mode. The othe
in as many hours, I'
his time I
s. Not many pedestrians, not many cars. Just me a
/1/115405/coverbig.jpg?v=63bc88b58c62f1ae20b71afaa4cc2bfb&imageMogr2/format/webp)