nearby truck lays siege to our car.
âSo,â I venture. âYou think he didnât want to kiss me? I meanââ
âWhoooooeeeee!â Adam sticks his head out the window and sends a howl to the pollution-tinged heavens. The driver inching forward past in the next lane slams her brakes and turns, with an expression of panic, to find the source of the noise. His head back inside the car, Adam grins at me. âLet me get this straight. Youâre actually asking
me
for advice.â
âMaybe.â
âSo, whatâs your offer? What fabulous prizes await me if I share my brilliantâmy
walk-on-water
âobservations?â His expressionâpart wry, part barbedâdefies me to compliment him again. Traffic begins to flow. He zips us forward. The car ahead of us brakes, and we lurch to a halt just in time to avoid a fender-bender.
âI donât negotiate with terrorists.â
âIâll advise you on one condition,â he says.
âWhich is?â
âQuit driving.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
He makes a bare gesture with his knuckles toward the well where my flexed foot hovers over the floor mat. âYouâre braking right now. You drive even when youâre not driving. If you donât stop youâre going to get muscle spasms in your foot.â
âIâm notââ
âAnd if you keep denying it youâre going to get carpal ego syndrome.â
âLook.â
He looks.
âLook,â I repeat. âItâs just, maybe you could leave a little more following distance.â
He makes a face.
âFor my sake. I know youâre a safe driver.â I donât know that heâs a safe driver but am willing to make this concession in the interest of peace.
He makes a worse face.
I flex my toes, kick off my flats, and prop a foot on the dashboard.
Adam laughs, a laugh with mercy in it. âTracy, you want to know what I really think about the hand kiss?â He lowers the sunglasses to the tip of his nose. âIf you like this guy, then you must have had, you know, connection. And youâre smart enough to be able to tell when connection is two-sided.â He brings the car to another juddering halt. âSo if
you
think he likes you, then he does. Now the only question is, Why no real kiss? Okay. So. Possibility numero uno: heâs shy.â
I recall the paper plate on its way down to the carpet, scattering tabouli like a spinning Milky Way. âI donât think itâs shyness,â I say.
âSo that leaves two other possibilities. Either heâs into you, but you gave him the vibe that you werenât into him. Or else the chemistry isnât there.â
âHannah thinks itâs romantic that he only kissed my hand.â
âNo offense to my sister, but which of us do you think knowsguys better? Iâm telling you, youâll know everything on the next date. There
is
the remote possibility he was just doing the gentleman thing for first-impressionâs sake. But no matter what, lips must lock by date numero two. Nerves or chivalry can muck up date one, but if thereâs no serious lip mosh by the second date, then forget it. Either the guyâs not interested, or else heâs
too
much of a gent. In which case you donât want him.â
We inch forward in traffic once more.
âYou actually like this one, huh, Trace?â
I release my breath. âI think so.â
âWell, good luck.â
I look at him, silently communicating my appreciation.
With a yelp, Adam punches the sunglasses back up over his eyes. âJesus, give me a little warning next time youâre going to do that.â
Later, as an act of appreciation and charity, I dissuade Adam from buying black sheets, a black comforter, black dishes, and black plasticware, on the theory that he will not need to wash them.
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