Oh Brothers… I 74A

He couldn’t help wondering: seated behind him, is she looking at him, is she as curious as she was minutes ago when she watched him pour wine into the pan? Why did that make him feel so good, so seen by her? He shouldn’t feel that. It’s terrible, he’s terrible, thinking even for a second that such a thing will make her what exactly? He’s such a fool. It’s better to just be sure she’s not looking at him, she’s definitely not, in fact, she should be texting Tom to find out where he is.

Hell! He can’t even ask her to leave the kitchen. Wouldn’t it be weird after the minutes she’d spent helping him? Tom should hurry back and get her out of here. But he wants her looking and doesn’t. He also wants to talk to her, it was a short conversation but it was nice, and if that’s going to happen, he’s going to have to make sure she doesn’t get bored here with him. This is all a no. This is all bad. This is all not at all him.

“They’re not bad.”