working girl

Luna kept silent, for a long moment after Mandy’s confession, unsure of what she should address first. The love confession or career confession. Deal, steal, perhaps even murder was involved in Mandy’s life. But part of Luna couldn’t help but feel stupid, why didn’t she look further into Mandy? Find out more, realize truth from fiction. She hadn’t actually seen Mandy in a work uniform, hadn’t really asked about any EMT stories she might have. Was she really that shallow? If she was, why did Mandy like her? It’s not that she rejected the idea, love was love after all. Gender wasn’t a substitute for personality. But damn, did she really want to be associated with someone that sounded like they dealt in crime?

She took a deep breath, “Uh …well I …” She began to speak but once more she didn’t know what to start with. “You’re a criminal then? Or have you ever been arrested? I mean what, what exactly have you done? I …I don’t think you’re a bad person but …” Well actually what more was there left to say? She reached up, rubbing her forehead. “If you …really liked me all this time why didn’t you just, you know …ask me out or something?“ Mandy didn’t seem to be the type to be afraid of anything, well maybe relationships. “I mean it’s a bad time to say that isn’t it?” She concluded as she rested her arm on the counter, fingernails nervously tapping along the surface. 

Mandy is pretty stoic girl, silent mostly unless speaking to someone she’s comfortable with. She likes to watch, making quiet observations; but here silence might just kill her. Her eyes were raking over Luna’s face with heart dropping to her stomach in this moment she wishes desperately that she did not even like Luna. She wishes that she had just ate her food, went to her apartment and went to fucking sleep. The change is palatable but even with all of this  running through her head, Mandy is still waiting for response. “I’m not a bad person,” She repeats.