I used to thai think of her as cold and hard and strong and distant. But now I realised how little I had paid attention to her, apart from trying to steal glimpses of boobs when she stretched. “You look well” I said to break the silence. What I wanted to say was that Zoe looked beautiful, but I didn’t dare say that. I wouldn’t have been able to say that. I’d have just croaked something incomprehensible, the words getting stuck in my throat and not coming up properly. She smiled and thanked me but she didn’t pay the compliment back. I guess the scruffy student look that I had deliberately chosen to be compatible with ‘emo’ had missed the mark by a mile. Oh well. But the ice was broken a little and, feeling braver, I asked her why her hair wasn’t pink. She giggled and I relaxed, the happiness and relief flooding over us. We were friendly again. We talked about inconsequential things, such as had she ever been to this restaurant before. She hadn’t, and she pointed out it wasn’t fun to eat at restaurants alone. But she didn’t seem down as she said that, she just stated it as bland flat fact and moved the conversation on. I noticed her right hand was on the on the table top, toying with the cutlery laid before her. I reached out tentatively to touch it. As I made contact she flinched, noticing my hand for the first time, and pulled her hand and her whole body back. My heart cried out in pain. I apologised, feeling stricken. I was going to get up, get my things and go but Zoe quickly lent back towards the table again, closer together again, and said it was her fault and that she was sorry. It didn’t make Hardcore me feel much better and she didn’t put her hands back on the table, but our conversation resumed and swung back to inconsequential things again. Rather than being served on the plate, the food was served in lots of small bowls placed all over the table wherever there was space, kept warm by a little fancy holders with tea candles underneath. The food was fantastic. There was a lot of it and we ate in silence, talking only to compliment the food and discuss the tastes. Only one dish was particularly spicy- Zoe had restrained herself but she’d ordered one thing especially for herself. We shared everything else. Zoe was trying to teach me the names of all the dishes and none of the pronunciations seemed to match any of the spellings I could remember from the menu. We ate slowly and we ate more than we should have and still there was some over. Zoe asked them to put the left-overs in cartons for us to take home. As we got up to leave the restaurant I noticed Zoe was wearing a short pleated japanese black mini-skirt and woolie black leggings. I watched her hips sway slightly, seductively, as japan I followed her to the door. But soon her sexy clothes were hidden under her shapeless dull frumpy long coat again and we headed out. It was dusk out, still too early on a Friday evening to be boisterous on the streets. It’d stopped raining and Zoe carried the closed umbrella on her far side away from me, but the hand nearest me was dug firmly into her coat pocket again. asian I walked as close beside her as I dared, keeping the smelly little carrier bag of left-overs as far away from our clothes as I could as she led me through the meandering backstreets towards her dorm. With a sly smile and a blush, I just turned around in my japanese chair asian to continue my notes. I’m thankful for Mr. Roberto, the taxi driver, for the ride to the train station as it was about a 15 minute drive away from the airport, not a few blocks as I initially thought it to be. It was such a depraved thing that she ordered me. It made me shiver with the enormity of it. "Yes! 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