The situation has been avoided before. Not this time. Trap! Just the two of us. We ordered tea and took a seat by the window. As mint steamed my cheeks, her mouth filled the air. Heavier with each word.
‘Anyway, you’re so quite,’ she took a sip. ‘Tell me something… Tell!’
‘Yea, I don’t wanna be a headline.’
My misunderstood answer got dismissed. This time round, I recognized the victim. Front Page Story: ‘His dirty laundry.’ She was so entertained by her mouth moving. Stick a sock in, it would not stop.
‘But Do Not say anything. Not to her,’ she giggled. ‘Imagine if you did!?’ laughing by now.
‘Don’t Tell?!’ Last time I heard the phrase was… back in primary school! The point, however, was always ‘Do Tell.’ An unconscious wish to stir up the boring days; A childish prayer to make a ‘girl’ cry. And, if you refused to participate:
‘Brace, brace, brace,’ back at you they ‘Bite!’
Finally. The girl did not stop for eighteen minutes. I kept a close eye on my watch. She took a sip and turned at me. I was baffled. Was she looking for a reaction? Maybe, a good story in return?
‘It’s nice outside…’
‘Yes,’ she turned her head for just a second. ‘Let’s hope your man don’t do it again. He did say…’
‘Hey! How are the girls?’ thankfully, a familiar voice. Just in time!