‘ a shit world. ‘ her response is brief, but honest. AND HONESTY IS ONE THING THAT MIA CAN GIVE. a shrug of the shoulders before she listens to what else he has to say. & damn, it’s odd but she finds him weirdly … interesting. he isn’t her usual type of guy — her husband ( or soon-to-be ex husband ) was a bad guy. a really bad guy … the bad kind of guy that kills for a sport. so this current conversation was a nice diversion from her usual life. ‘ guys like you ? … what kind of guy are you, hm ? i’m ‘gonna say you’re educated … a real family-orientated ‘kinda man, right? ‘ it’s just an observation, she might be wrong. but it was fun to guess — she likes to play games. ‘ i’m not that ‘kinda girl. my highs are EXTREME. cocaine mostly. ‘ it was the scene she was involved in … in her group of ‘ friends ‘, it was the norm. ‘ but hey, dude … don’t judge me for that. i’m not your typical junkie. i just want to be taken seriously by GUYS LIKE YOU. ‘
❝ you’re quite perceptive, aren’t you? though that could just be a strangely accurate observation. ❞ a playful tone adopted as glass was lifted, tipped somewhat as though to praise the woman as he finished what remained. though the latter observation had not been completely accurate. his desire to become a father had lessened in severity since the relationship with his wife had become nothing short of chaotic. but that was not the type of confession to bare to an innocent stranger even one as intriguing as she. ❝ you don’t strike me as the sort of woman who likes to be the stereotype of anything and you certainly don’t seem to give off the junkie vibe. ❞ steel hues focused on the nearest waitress, a movement offered to signal that the two required more beverages.
❝ who am i to judge someone i hardly know? and besides, there’s nothing wrong with a little recreational drug use. ❞