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Avani was glad when they had finally told the whole story, hopefully it would be the last time they had to remember what happened, but there was a silence at the table that she didn’t enjoy. She’d finished her food and dessert a while ago, and the atmosphere ruined any further appetite she might have had. She was glad when the reporter broke the silence though. She wasn’t sure what she should have said herself, as much as she may have wanted to cheer Kasai up someone would have needed to help her first.
The reporter made it sound as if she had any choice what paper to go with, yet none of the papers that Kasai had contacted had wanted to run the story from what she had been told. Avani was already questioning the reporter after her comment about politics, but now she was becoming seriously suspicious of her. It seemed as if she was lying to them or making stuff up as she went along. There shouldn’t be much of an existing choice for her regarding who published the story.
She didn’t like that there had been a man nearby that the reporter knew for the last hours either. He hadn’t introduced himself to them. He’d been sitting a distance away likely just observing and listening in on the conversation. Was any of them a bender of some kind? Did Naomi had more friends around that she hadn’t bothered introducing?
“Yeah, I know.” Avani said. “But I don’t like her or this. Do you not think she’s odd? Some of the things she says doesn’t add up from my point of view. Are you sure these people are on our side?” She asked, hesitant to get up and take a picture for this reporter and photographer. “If it turns out that she’s been lying as much as I think she has, then I wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up in a hospital soon.” That result could be caused by Avani herself, or someone else who had enough of the woman.
Avani stood up, walked over to the waiter behind the counter and paid for the food she’d eaten. She also paid for Kasai’s coffee before heading outside. “Let’s get this over with then, but I still don’t like her.” Avani said to Kasai, without any attempt at concealing her words from the two individuals waiting for them.
“I’d rather not take a photo that shows too much of my face.” She said, turned to Kasai and buried her face against her chest and neck. “Put your arms around me. You’ll look like some kind of hero.” Avani whispered, laughed and moved Kasai’s hands to rest on her behind.
She did pose for more pictures, but in all of them she tried to be as clingy or loving to Kasai and her body as possible. If anyone saw the photographs they took, she hoped that it wouldn’t immediately occur to them who she was, only that they were both women.
The reporter made it sound as if she had any choice what paper to go with, yet none of the papers that Kasai had contacted had wanted to run the story from what she had been told. Avani was already questioning the reporter after her comment about politics, but now she was becoming seriously suspicious of her. It seemed as if she was lying to them or making stuff up as she went along. There shouldn’t be much of an existing choice for her regarding who published the story.
She didn’t like that there had been a man nearby that the reporter knew for the last hours either. He hadn’t introduced himself to them. He’d been sitting a distance away likely just observing and listening in on the conversation. Was any of them a bender of some kind? Did Naomi had more friends around that she hadn’t bothered introducing?
“Yeah, I know.” Avani said. “But I don’t like her or this. Do you not think she’s odd? Some of the things she says doesn’t add up from my point of view. Are you sure these people are on our side?” She asked, hesitant to get up and take a picture for this reporter and photographer. “If it turns out that she’s been lying as much as I think she has, then I wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up in a hospital soon.” That result could be caused by Avani herself, or someone else who had enough of the woman.
Avani stood up, walked over to the waiter behind the counter and paid for the food she’d eaten. She also paid for Kasai’s coffee before heading outside. “Let’s get this over with then, but I still don’t like her.” Avani said to Kasai, without any attempt at concealing her words from the two individuals waiting for them.
“I’d rather not take a photo that shows too much of my face.” She said, turned to Kasai and buried her face against her chest and neck. “Put your arms around me. You’ll look like some kind of hero.” Avani whispered, laughed and moved Kasai’s hands to rest on her behind.
She did pose for more pictures, but in all of them she tried to be as clingy or loving to Kasai and her body as possible. If anyone saw the photographs they took, she hoped that it wouldn’t immediately occur to them who she was, only that they were both women.