We grabbed a cab
and headed toward the meat market district where the
Cooler was. Amandine rested her head on my shoulder as we rode up.
"I like going out with you," she said. "You're fun."
Going out? Are we going out?
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The cab made a swift, suicidal turn up 6th and Amandine and I were swept
across the seat and were plastered against the door. We were really
close to each other and there was something coming from her toward me or
maybe from me to her and back again or vice versa and both.
I wanted to run away, just fling open the cab door, drop and roll onto
the street like some cop in an action movie.
But I didn't. I was frozen. If the car had caught on fire I wouldn't
have been able to move.
Finally Amandine turned around and looked me in the eye. She said
something -- I couldn't hear her because of the squealing of the tires.
What?
She leaned right up to my ear and she spoke again.
"I want to kiss you," she said.
We did.
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