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Saturday Nights and Neon Lights
The food was good, a Shepard's Pie that Laila merely picked at.
"I'm not hungry," she'd asserted when asked. The words 'rehab' and 'stopped eating' stood out in his mind.
They took his car to show Laila around. It was dark, so she mostly got a taste of the nightlife as he drove around. She saw what was close to Jen's building: Downtown, Little Tokyo, the Arts District, and the Historic Core. She was mostly unresponsive, sitting with him in the front seat, but occasionally, she would ask a question. Nick provided the commentary, telling little stories of experiences he and Jen had had in the different areas, peppered with Jen's laugh and scoffs of "that didn't happen!".
It was a nice ride. Her eyes lit up in Little Tokyo and Downtown, and he could just see the little curls of a smile between her bored facade. She didn't like the Arts District as much, but it was hard to see the art in the dark.
He dropped the three of them off at Jen's apartment, then went back to his own house for some much needed sleep.
"I'm not hungry," she'd asserted when asked. The words 'rehab' and 'stopped eating' stood out in his mind.
They took his car to show Laila around. It was dark, so she mostly got a taste of the nightlife as he drove around. She saw what was close to Jen's building: Downtown, Little Tokyo, the Arts District, and the Historic Core. She was mostly unresponsive, sitting with him in the front seat, but occasionally, she would ask a question. Nick provided the commentary, telling little stories of experiences he and Jen had had in the different areas, peppered with Jen's laugh and scoffs of "that didn't happen!".
It was a nice ride. Her eyes lit up in Little Tokyo and Downtown, and he could just see the little curls of a smile between her bored facade. She didn't like the Arts District as much, but it was hard to see the art in the dark.
He dropped the three of them off at Jen's apartment, then went back to his own house for some much needed sleep.