Ysabel. Or if you wish Ysabella. she brushed her thick bangs out of her eyes
she mesmerised him huge widespaced hazel eyes
he imagined though if she were spitting mad they would fall black scorn and spite shining in thembrightred embers they would complement her hair jet black bolted irreverent red howd they ever get that colour to take
Honestly Ill have to think about that
Honestly?
Yes I should know you better then I can decide which
name
You dont prefer one over the
other
Ysabel. Ysabella. Each.
she said she was from South
Americathat was all he could get out of her he guessed Argentina Peru Brazil
a great poker face South America.
You are American?
I am Raised in Chicago she smiled Polish American Joe not Jose
Just plain Joe
A plain Joe.
I am not
I like American, El norte. she held
her hand widesptread at her breasts El sur, South. I am South, you are
North You say opposite attract.
he
was attracted You
said itnot me
I like very much.
she was earthy cinnamon skinned curvaceous surprisingly so for her diminutive sizeshe broke five feet
he met her at a bus stop heading
into the city
he bought her ride in because the
driver couldnt break her five dollar bill Lady, you need proper change.
I thought you make change.
No.
he interceded
she was grateful Thank you very
much.
Think nothing of it Youre welcome
she took a seat at a window
he sat a few benches down beside a
window seat too
the bus disembarked
when it stopped she got up and approached
him May I sit with you?
he was reading he looked up out of his book a little surprised If you like please have
a seat
the bus disembarked again
he returned to his reading
Excuse me.
Yes
Excuse me, am I forward?
he put his hand in the book to keep
his page Are you being forward
Yes, yes. Am I being forward?
Knock yourself out Dont mind if you are
Am I?
Asking to sit beside mebeing
forward
Yes.
No
If you were being forward I would be flattered
Yes. Flattered. Yes.
You know flattered
Yes. I thought you, maybe you, would
have flattered me and asked if you could sit beside me.
No Ohno Not
for a bus ticketno way
Ah. a smaller smilethough her dimples were larger than
with her first smile a big smile
Youre pretty cute
I am cute.
You exceed cute cutes my word
regarding your dimples Im a sucker for dimples You Overall Are beautiful I daresay
verging on ravishing but who wants to
give a young girl a big head when he cant decide what to call her Because I dont know you well enough
she smiled and dimpled
and worked
at his heart with an pry bar not
that she would know thatnot that she would know his wife died nearly five years
prior and not a woman had enticed him since
Maybe you, maybe you, like, to
know me better?
Maybe
Maybe? she smiled again he knew why whales smashed wood boats
of harpooners but what if it didnt mean
their end not that whales could know that
Maybe maybe
Maybe.
Is maybe good enough, good enough
for you to want to know me?
Yes
I will be riding this bus into
city two, maybe three times a week.
I ride it Monday through Friday
Then we can know each other . .
Joe.
Yes Ysabel Ysabella Each Then
I can learn which to call you
Yes, Joe, yes. I like to know you
too.
I like you north and me south, I
like that very much.
Dont
get me going he thought Yes Like magnets
dreamt about this
girl Twosday/Day-between-Two-Ts, though knew her in 2001
1726, Thursday,
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