Nicky turned back to her newspaper. Dodgers lost again. Yankees now worst team in baseball. Magic named MVP.
Same old shit.
The nail of her tumb is still scratching over the surface of the quater someone had left on the table. Its getting dark out, the headlights of the cars reflect on the wet street.
Another forty minutes before the movie starts. Its not that Nicky really wanted to go out, though Heather kept nagging at her, so finally she said yes.
Shes so damned boring. If it wasnt for me, who would ever go out with Heather?
The waiter came by and dropped the coffee and half of it spilled over the rim.
Scuse me Maam.
- Thats okay.
Outside it was all dark now. Nicky looked at her reflection in the window. She removed a dust particle from her right eyebrow, licked incidently over her lipstick, then shook her head: That perm still doesnt look natural.
The kitchen door opened and Nicky heart the sound of the teacups clapping. The waiter came out, carrying some stuff for somebody.
She crossed her legs, so he wouldnt look up her skirt, and dropped the quater in the jukebox. Black velvet in that little boys smile
Nicky, Monique Campbell, to be exact, turned around to look out of the window again. It was now twenty past eight.
How could she possibly know that this guy Kevin would come in, sit down over there, keep staring at her until she looked to the ground. That he would then walk over to her table, while her fingers were curling the ends of her perm.
Hey, whats up, honey?
Whats going on tonite?
- Nothing much, really.
Tom Pettys playing down in the city tonite. Wanna come with me?
- I cant, because
Oh, come on. Dont worry about it.
How should she have known that he drives a 78 Camaro. That hed kiss her before the show even began.
Yes, she will wonder why he wont want to take off immediately. And, with a timid smile: What are we waiting in that parking lot for?
Oh, of course shell try to keep him off. Once hell have her shirt unbottened, she will just cry.
And tomorrow, therell be one more unhappy girl.
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