Scene: a loft in Gallery Row, downtown Los Angeles
It had been some nice conversation. Decisions and things in the future. A luxury shared space in South Park or my own place in the historic core of Los Angeles, walking distance from work.
“There’s a lot over there. I never go over there because I don’t want to pay for parking. It’s more convenient. You wouldn’t have to worry about food. There’s grocerry stores and restaurants. Lowry’s is over there.”
“The seasoned salt?”
“Yes but it’s a restaurant. They became famous here in LA. Best prime rib in the city.”
“Hmm I’ve never been. Maybe you’ll visit me and we’ll go?”
“Yeah. It’s something to think about. I’m going to take a shower now though.”
He got up and I stretched my arms out for a hug. It was stupid and cheesy but there it was.”
He pointed to his room where one of his friends was napping and joined his fingers. He pointed to me and then separated them again. He drops everything for her. Is she really his best friend or is she more?
We’d been planning it for weeks. I’d already bought his ticket. I washed my hands of it.
I’m not going to be anyone’s “maybe”.