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was the type of woman who just
fucks , we wouldn’t be sitting in a cafe at seven-twenty in the morning.
She’d be in my damn bed.
    “I could ask what you do,”
she says, “and act like I don’t know, but I do. Is that your shop over there?”
She looks across the street at my workplace.
    “It is. What else has Kayla
told you about me?” I probably already know the answer.
    “I don’t want you to be
angry with her. She’s a good friend and just looking out for me, it’s nothing
personal.”  
     “Angry? I rarely get
angry and never over something like this. I don’t have a problem with Kayla.
You’re her girl, I get that, but I think it’s only fair that I know what
opinion you have of me, an opinion based only on what you’ve been told.”
    “I suppose. Basically, what
I’ve been told makes you the kind of man I avoid. In a nutshell, you get
around.”
    “So why are you here then?”
I asked that sounding mildly interested, but I am genuinely intrigued. I could
see she meant it when she said she’d usually avoid a man like me .
    “I’m curious and being here
is the only way for me to cure that. You were right in thinking I wouldn’t have
said yes to anything else, though.” Her brows pull tight, as if in
concentration. “I probably should’ve said no to this as well, and saved us both
wasting our time.”
    “You know,” I lean in closer
from my side of the table, “I probably would’ve pursued the shit out of you, if
you had. You being curious means you’d have said yes at some point. We’re just
doing this sooner rather than later.”
    Silently, she stares at me.
“Maybe. So what opinion would you like me to have of you, Dane?”
    “I’d really like you to come
up with that yourself.”
    “Fair enough. At least tell
me why you approached me.”
    “Because I want you.”
    “What do you want from me?”
Her expression is like an unspoken challenge, which I’ll gladly take. I was
trying to keep this respectable, given the time and place.
    “I wanna fuck you, Brooklyn.
I’d take you home with me right now if you’d let me, but I know that’s not
happening. Get to know me. Form your opinion of me. See where things go from
there. You may be surprised to hear this, but I do actually want to get to know
you. If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”
    She sits back. “Okaaay,” she
says, at a whisper to herself. “Can’t hold your honesty against you.”
    “I’m not gonna bullshit you,
Brooklyn.”
    “Good, I’d rather you didn’t
bullshit me, Dane.” Her smile is hesitant at first, but broadens.
    I lean back in my seat.
“Tell me about your dance career. I didn’t watch the TV show you were on, so I
know little more than your name.”
    Her right brow arches. “Not
your idea of fun?”
    I chuckle at her. “No, but
don’t be offended. I don’t even watch American Idol.”
    Smiling, she sips her
coffee. “Each to their own. My mum took me to a Jazz class when I was six. I
loved it and wanted more. I met my best friend, Leona, there as well. She’s the
girl who was with Kayla and me yesterday, and Saturday in the bar. After a
couple of years I started entering competitions and some of them led to offers
for small theater productions. After finishing my BA in contemporary dance I
got a few parts in West End plays, as a backup dancer, and I did a UK tour with
a Motown musical for six months. Then, in 2008, I got a place on All about
the Dance .”
    “You got injured during the
show, right?”
    “Yeah, I tore my Achilles in
my right ankle.”
    “I had the onset of Achilles
tendonitis once, and that was bad. Yours tore? Shit.”
    “It was brutal. Had to have
surgery and was out of action for six months. I’m still glad I did the show; it
was stressful and hard work, but it was an amazing experience. No regrets
there.”
    “Your ankle’s okay now.
Watching you perform, I wouldn’t even know you got injured without being told.”
She’s fucking