choice.
"Sweetheart," She says, balancing a menthol cigarette between two fingers as she readjusts herself on the cold metal seat.She takes a long drag and I look up, expectantly, at her. Turning away to expel the smoke, she then leans towards me, her eyes shining.
"What are you going to do with him?" She asks me carefully,
"Are you keeping him or..." She lets this hang between us.
I play with the hem of my loose-fitting blouse for a bit before looking up at her again.
"Why?" I ask. To be honest, I haven't really thought that far yet. I haven't really wanted to.
"Well it's just that," she pauses to turn her head, exhale her smoke, and then flicks her cigarette away.
"Well I'm working and all, and I just think that I could...you know. And I've always wanted to."
She stops abruptly, suddenly aware that she's rattled on just a little bit.
"It's not that I... I mean, it's not that you can't but I just, you know." She takes a deep breath and flips open her cigarette box. She seems to think better of it and snaps it shut again, sighing.
I smile a bit to myself as she sips her Caramel Frappe.
It's not that she can't. I know for sure that she could.
She leans back just as I lean forward for my Peach Tea.
"I haven't actually thought about it, to be honest." I say, catching her eye.
She nods.
"And there's my mom and all, and oh, I don't know. But then, I think I'll actually keep him." I pause, not entirely sure of what I've just said.
"I think... I think I've fallen in love with him already." I feel like crying now that I've said this out loud. But she smiles, reaches for a cigarette and lights up.
"I'd do the same if it were me."
And we both find ourselves laughing.
(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 12:07:00 PM
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