“Arista.” Lionel leaned over, trying to find her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Today. Today is all wrong.” She inhaled rapidly, feeling a little light headed.
He said nothing, a worried frown creasing his brow.
“You’re the most confusing person I ever met. I don’t know if this is going to work out or not.” Her breathing grew even more rapid.
“Because! You’re so—and so… !” She gestured erratically, feeling like a mime with Tourettes.
“You aren’t making any sense, you know.”
“Before, when I first met you, you were way out in BFE. I don’t even know where you were. You stared at that paper for ten minutes, forgot I was there, and then came back all normal. You have things handed to you on a silver platter at the university. You walk into the most exclusive restaurant in town like you own the place….” Feeling flushed and dizzy, she waved a hand at herself. It didn’t help.
“I do. Own the place. I do.”
Arista groaned, her head flopping onto the table as her body finally gave up.
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