“Okay,” I said, because I knew that’s what needed to be said.
Her eyes didnt blink. I just sipped my water and held her gaze. Unspoken words and deflated dreams danced around, whispering in our ears, begging for a fight. Sometimes you just lift a finger, and fists will fly. But this time, I didn’t dance. Too much at stake to speak my mind.
“So what should we talk about then?” I asked.
“Lets talk about you, ” she replied.
I chomped on my ice. “Well, I’m not bi-polar either,” I poked.
“Jenny, you can be a real bitch sometimes.”
“Yeah. That’s true,” I agreed.
Her laugh cracked the tension just a little.
“So, ” I asked her, “What about you?” “What can you be sometimes?”
“Me? – I dont know. I don’t know what I am,” she said, her tone distinctly softer.
“I guess that’s the truth then,” I pondered. “Maybe, you dont need to decide today.”
She finally blinked. The waiter brought our food and refilled my glass.
“Wanna share my fries?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s been a long time since I had curly fries, she smiled.”
“Me too,” I exhaled. “Me too.”