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    small world (working title) – Chapter 9

    When Shane gets up to use the rest room Harper’s mind begins to hum. She’s excited by her evening with Shane. It feels like a date to her. ‘This can’t just be a casual thing. You don’t pick a nice out of the way restaurant for something casual. You pick a place like this for a date. Right?’ Then her mind starts thinking about her connection to Shane. Can she really date this girl? She’s fucked two of her friends. It’s crazy. And she’s the Don Juan player, she’s not the relationship type. She said so herself. ‘I always fall for the damaged ones.’ She laughs to herself.

    Meanwhile Shane stands at the bathroom sink, her hands resting on it’s edge. She looks at herself in the mirror. “Your palms are sweaty, your heart is racing and you can’t stop smiling.” She says to herself. She leans in closer to the mirror to look herself deeply in the eyes. “What are you thinking?” Her reflection says nothing back to her. She shakes her head at herself. ‘Be the real you.’ Her mind recalls Carmen’s words of advice. “The real me.” She shakes her head and starts thinking about all the negative that is the real her. “Did I tell you about that time I was turning tricks on Santa Monica Boulevard? How about the hundreds of girls I’ve slept with? *****! Like the real me is so great.” Her eyes fill with sadness and just stare back at her. She pushes herself off the sink and stands tall as if challenging her own reflection.

    Shane returns to the table bringing Harper out of her state of deep thought. Before either can speak their waiter appears and quietly places their bill on the table. They both reach for it but Shane was a little quicker.

    “Let me chip in, please.” Harper says. She’s never been good at letting other people pay.

    Shane just looks up from the bill and says simply, “Nope.”

    “The tip?” Harper asks.

    Shane places the bill down. “I asked you to dinner, so I am paying.” She pulls money from her pocket.

    Harper concedes with a defeated smile.

    Shane gets everything all squared away and with a smile asks, “You ready to hit the road?”

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