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“ –Wait, what’s this article ‘bout again? ”
He interrupts her mid-word, shaky fingers gripping the tail end of a cigarette as ash drops to the leg of his jeans. The sound of a shoe tapping on hardwood is heard in the cafe – He’s nervous ticks abound.
Blue eyes flick between the tape recorder between them, and the paper before her as a pen comes to a halt, ink begins to pool in one spot on the sheet. He curses himself inside his head, wishes he could keep his thoughts on track for more than a few minutes.
‘ you. ’ the woman watches, eyes glazed, as the cigarette ash wavers in his grip. she makes no motion to hinder its fall, to prevent the sooty stain on the man’s jeans. it’s not out of cruelty, or even fascination, simply disinterest. she’s going through the motions at this point, asking the questions, no attempt made to disguise her boredom.
‘ are you often distracted? ’