Two of Them

I don’t say anything until Bill stops speeding.
Finally at a stop light, I voice out, “What happen?”
I hear him sigh and regret asking. Maybe he didn’t want to talk about it with me, considering we aren’t close. But he turns to look at me.
“Tom’s a real jackass.”
“What did he say to upset you?” Okay, now I’m being too nosy, “I mean never mind... it’s none of my business...”
I look out the window, but Bill replies anyway.
“Actually—”
“It’s me, isn’t it? If I’m doing something wrong...”
“No,” Bill cuts, “You’re doing nothing wrong. It’s just Tom overreacts,” His voice trails off.
I worry.
“Let’s forget about it. How about we go get some quick breakfast?” Bill suggests. I nod quietly.
He parks the car and hands me a pair of sunglasses from the back.
“Here, put these on. Just in case.”
I slip them on and follow him into the breakfast shop called Cafe Condi.
A waitress assigns us a booth outside and we sit down.
“What’re you having?” Bill looks into the menu.
“I’ll just have a pancake,” I answer.
He looks at me raising a brow, “Seriously, that’s it?”
“Uh...”
The waitress comes back with a notepad.
“I’ll have jam toasts, blueberry corn muffins, scrambles tofu, oatmeal porridge with a soy milk cappuccino.”
Once the waitress leaves, I say, “You sure have an appetite.”
Bill smiles.
“This is a fancy place,” I mumble, playing with the fork and the silk napkins.
The wind blows some hair in my face.
I watch Bill looking past me.
I try to find a topic to talk about with him. But he doesn’t seem to want to talk.
“So... you come here often?” I ask, looking around.
“Yeah.”
I’m feeling awkward.
“What do you do for fun?”
Bill just shrugs and pulls out his cell.
I sigh.
“So when are you going to Japan?”
“Um...” Bill then looks up from his phone, “Tomorrow.”
“Oh...” I say, “That’s soon.”
Bill nods.
“And when will you be coming back?”
“Next week.”
“Oh...”
“And you will be coming too.”
I jerk my head back, “Wha—”
“Your dad just sent me the news,” Bill shows me his phone.
“But... How come? I can’t go to Japan... What am I going to do there?”
Bill grins.
“You’re my girlfriend, remember?” He winks, making me blush red.
“But...”
The waitress places our food down.