more anew

“You get off often?” Sasha asked. “You know, ride the elevator often. I prefer taking the stairs but who knows these days with so many people being robbed in their own homes, pure habdasharry.”

“It's quite silly really when you think of it,” Mik agreed. “Even in our homes we are no longer safe from the vile intruder with his eyes only on gold and silver and diamonds and roubles. What would you prefer in life? To live in fear, or die in peace? That is the ultimate question, really, if you really think of it.”

“I don't prefer to think at all. I find that once I start to think I get lost in my own mind. In that vortex of space and time. Don't make me start, oh lord.” Sasha smiled. “I really shouldn't. Now you say we should stop for a cup of coffee. I'll take you up on that offer, young sir!”

The elevator arrived at the ground floor and I held the door for her. She walked passed and brushed her hair into my face, that smell! Oh god that aroma. The life in my body went to my crouch and my eyes fluttered. I lost circul atory ability in my brain and I could only taste salt and vingar crisps. The hairs on the back of my neck went clockwise. My hands began to shake and drool formed a pool at the corner of my lips. My toes reached upwards and my heel buried deep into the concrete.

And then it was over. She walked passed me and twirled showcasing her one piece vintage moomoo. Well I call it a moomoo but I think the proper term for the outwit we be au couture. Blah! What the hell is such a thing? I've heard of one pieces and two, but I don't know the other “accessories” if understand me mutually. Finally, we have come to our d'accord, our end of conversation at this point for now I must keep fully ascertain to the young woman before I can muster up enough gusto to have another one of these rendevous we keep adjoining ourselves with.

“Where were we?” I asked.

“Just pitter-patter small talk. You say you prefer La Cafe over Americano? Each has their own uniqueness to their essence. I like the patio at La Cafe, but I also like a strong man who can make a decision for themselves and choose a patio, even if it isn't the preferred choice by a date. Are you that man? Or are you just another boy?”

“I'm an atheist, ma'am.” Mik replied.