From the gauntlet of information, he gradually put together that she was a caterer.
“I think you’re alright,” he hedged and accelerated through an intersection. “Running out of gas is a genderless crime.” The streets were dead, no traffic to contend with as the van bounced across a dip in the road. The high-glare lights of the gas station canopy came into sight. A few silent seconds passed.
Brian turned to her. “I’m just clarifying. Was that a Dolphin Olympics reference? I caught some Hitchhiker’s in there. A little Bible, too, but I don’t want to miss anything.”
His urge to be kind to her surfaced out of nowhere. Melody seemed good, and he guessed that was why. She seemed guileless. When he was younger, Brian kept the antenna up at all times, hoping that he could pick up bad vibes (from people and their accompanying places) early on and then duck out before he got connected. Now, more often than not, he put the antenna down and just assumed everybody had dark secrets and pain. If he kept people just past arm’s length, minded his own business and relegated the truth-gathering to paid gigs, he didn’t have to know a damn thing.
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Date: 2016-01-19 02:58 pm (UTC)“I think you’re alright,” he hedged and accelerated through an intersection. “Running out of gas is a genderless crime.” The streets were dead, no traffic to contend with as the van bounced across a dip in the road. The high-glare lights of the gas station canopy came into sight. A few silent seconds passed.
Brian turned to her. “I’m just clarifying. Was that a Dolphin Olympics reference? I caught some Hitchhiker’s in there. A little Bible, too, but I don’t want to miss anything.”
His urge to be kind to her surfaced out of nowhere. Melody seemed good, and he guessed that was why. She seemed guileless. When he was younger, Brian kept the antenna up at all times, hoping that he could pick up bad vibes (from people and their accompanying places) early on and then duck out before he got connected. Now, more often than not, he put the antenna down and just assumed everybody had dark secrets and pain. If he kept people just past arm’s length, minded his own business and relegated the truth-gathering to paid gigs, he didn’t have to know a damn thing.
Melody just gave off a different vibe.