to meet your mom sometime.”
“Yeah.” It was quiet for few minutes. “I hope.”
I woke up alone the next morning. On my nightstand sat a bagel, coffee, and a note.
G-
I had to run . Daria had bagels so I snagged one for you . Just eat it, don’t smell it first, or else you’ll catch a whiff of fish sticks.What is wrong with her?! I have to work tonight, but you should come to the PhotoHut so we can talk and figure things out. I’m going home to California for Christmas. You want to come with? You can meet my mom and thank her for my mad skills. Peace, M
The thought of spending Christmas with him put a huge smile on my face.
11. We Made Unspoken Promises
GRACE
I hung out with Tati in Washington Square Park all afternoon. We were supposed to practice but we ended up smoking a joint, and I gave her the details about last night. I believe her reaction was, “I can’t believe you experienced the big O. That’s like skipping ten steps and going straight to boning- for-years status.” I blushed about ten shades of pink.
The weather quickly got cold and gloomy, and when I left Tati at the park, I felt the first drop of rain hit my cheek. Fuck. I had six blocks to go, no umbrella or money to spare for a cab, and an enormous cello.
In the time it took me to get to the PhotoHut, the skies opened up and I was soaked within minutes. As I ran into the store, the door jingled but Matt wasn’t behind the counter.
“Gracie, I’m in here!” he yelled from the back room.
“How’d you know it was me?” I yelled back.
I turned the corner and found him sitting at a desk withone small desk lamp on. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. “I could just tell.”
“Prove it.”
Matt laughed. “You swing the door all the way open to accommodate your cello case, even when you’re not carrying it. The bell jingles a second longer with you than the average customer.”
He looked up from his dimly lit desk and saw me. “Jesus. You’re freezing, Grace.”
He stood and hurried toward me, taking the cello from my hands. “It’s pouring,” I said, and then a visible shiver snaked through my body. My numb fingers made it impossible to unbutton my jacket. Matt quickly undid the buttons for me and pushed my peacoat off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. He wrapped his tall body around me, and within seconds I was warm.
“I was in the park with Tati and then it started raining.”
“Shh, you’re drenched, you should get out of these clothes.” He let go of me and began searching the cabinet for something while I checked to make sure my cello case wasn’t wet on the inside.
He came toward me with a towel. “I knew these were in here somewhere. Do you want to take your sweater off and I can throw it in the dryer?”
“There’s a dryer here?”
“Well, it’s a print dryer. It’s like a big hot roller, but at least you won’t be freezing while you’re here.”
“I can just go home.”
His brow furrowed.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Don’t you think we should talk?”
“I guess we should talk,” I said, hesitantly. I went to lift my sweater over my head and noticed his eyes were fixed on me. “Turn around.” I said.
“I’ve seen you really naked, Grace.”
“So what? Turn around, creeper.”
He obliged but laughed. “You’re a dork.”
I threw the sweater at the back of his head and then quickly wrapped myself in the towel. Matt went to the corner and fidgeted with the dials on the rolling dryer while I wheeled around in one of the office chairs, propelling myself in circles, faster and faster.
When he was done, he found another chair, pushed off, and came sailing at me across the linoleum floor. “Bumper cars!” he shouted, right before he knocked into me and sent us both falling to the ground.
“Is this your definition of us talking ?” I said as he hovered over me, a mischievous grin on his face.
He leaned down, kissed the tip of my nose, and then
“Yeah.” It was quiet for few minutes. “I hope.”
I woke up alone the next morning. On my nightstand sat a bagel, coffee, and a note.
G-
I had to run . Daria had bagels so I snagged one for you . Just eat it, don’t smell it first, or else you’ll catch a whiff of fish sticks.What is wrong with her?! I have to work tonight, but you should come to the PhotoHut so we can talk and figure things out. I’m going home to California for Christmas. You want to come with? You can meet my mom and thank her for my mad skills. Peace, M
The thought of spending Christmas with him put a huge smile on my face.
11. We Made Unspoken Promises
GRACE
I hung out with Tati in Washington Square Park all afternoon. We were supposed to practice but we ended up smoking a joint, and I gave her the details about last night. I believe her reaction was, “I can’t believe you experienced the big O. That’s like skipping ten steps and going straight to boning- for-years status.” I blushed about ten shades of pink.
The weather quickly got cold and gloomy, and when I left Tati at the park, I felt the first drop of rain hit my cheek. Fuck. I had six blocks to go, no umbrella or money to spare for a cab, and an enormous cello.
In the time it took me to get to the PhotoHut, the skies opened up and I was soaked within minutes. As I ran into the store, the door jingled but Matt wasn’t behind the counter.
“Gracie, I’m in here!” he yelled from the back room.
“How’d you know it was me?” I yelled back.
I turned the corner and found him sitting at a desk withone small desk lamp on. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. “I could just tell.”
“Prove it.”
Matt laughed. “You swing the door all the way open to accommodate your cello case, even when you’re not carrying it. The bell jingles a second longer with you than the average customer.”
He looked up from his dimly lit desk and saw me. “Jesus. You’re freezing, Grace.”
He stood and hurried toward me, taking the cello from my hands. “It’s pouring,” I said, and then a visible shiver snaked through my body. My numb fingers made it impossible to unbutton my jacket. Matt quickly undid the buttons for me and pushed my peacoat off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. He wrapped his tall body around me, and within seconds I was warm.
“I was in the park with Tati and then it started raining.”
“Shh, you’re drenched, you should get out of these clothes.” He let go of me and began searching the cabinet for something while I checked to make sure my cello case wasn’t wet on the inside.
He came toward me with a towel. “I knew these were in here somewhere. Do you want to take your sweater off and I can throw it in the dryer?”
“There’s a dryer here?”
“Well, it’s a print dryer. It’s like a big hot roller, but at least you won’t be freezing while you’re here.”
“I can just go home.”
His brow furrowed.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Don’t you think we should talk?”
“I guess we should talk,” I said, hesitantly. I went to lift my sweater over my head and noticed his eyes were fixed on me. “Turn around.” I said.
“I’ve seen you really naked, Grace.”
“So what? Turn around, creeper.”
He obliged but laughed. “You’re a dork.”
I threw the sweater at the back of his head and then quickly wrapped myself in the towel. Matt went to the corner and fidgeted with the dials on the rolling dryer while I wheeled around in one of the office chairs, propelling myself in circles, faster and faster.
When he was done, he found another chair, pushed off, and came sailing at me across the linoleum floor. “Bumper cars!” he shouted, right before he knocked into me and sent us both falling to the ground.
“Is this your definition of us talking ?” I said as he hovered over me, a mischievous grin on his face.
He leaned down, kissed the tip of my nose, and then
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