By Christopher Blaine
“The less we talk, the better” Marina said, cutting him off mid-sentence. Michael was taken aback, confused; it was their first date.
Peering over the top of his menu, he watched as she intently scanned her own. Then, slapping her menu shut and dropping it onto their table, she kicked her heel impatiently while trying to catch the eye of the waiter. Michael was fascinated. It seemed to him that she hardly noticed his presence at all.
After they had ordered, she turned her eyes upon him. They were a very intense shade of green. He imagined the writhing growth of a jungle in tropical heat. “Look” she said, “the best thing any stranger’s got going for them is an air of mystery. People get to know each other, figure each other out, they lose interest and want to be on to solving the next mystery. So, for both of our sakes, why don’t we just do our best to maintain that air of mystery? Talking is nasty and mostly pointless, so let’s leave words to that for which they were intended: communicating practical problems. Like, hand me the wrench. Okay? No personal questions that aren’t necessary.”
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