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Oh, boy. I’m hyperaware of my missing panties all of a sudden.
Art grimaces. “Banya is a spiritual place, a sacred place. No murdering should be happening there.”
An argument could be made that no murdering should be happening anywhere, but what do I know?
“Your turn.” He points his chopsticks at me. “What do you do for fun?”
Hey, at least he seems to have forgotten about the family question.
“Movies,” I say. “I like to watch movies.”
I don’t add that I particularly like those with masturbation scenes, like the one in Black Swan, and with full-blown sex scenes à la Fifty Shades of Grey. For blog research, of course.
He regards me with exasperation. “Who doesn’t like movies? Give me something more personal.”
“Sweets,” I blurt. “I like sweets.”
His chocolate eyes twinkle. “No way. I couldn’t have guessed that.”
I huff. “Well, it’s a hobby that’s no worse than sweating with other people.”
“Sweets are a vice, not a hobby,” he says. “A craving for sweets is really a craving for fruit.”
Sure, if cheesecake grew on trees.
“Anyway.” I swat at the air with my chopsticks, like a kung-fu master catching a fly. “Since I shared two things, you owe me a quid and a pro.”
“Yeah, sure. It’s not like I didn’t suspect you have a sweets habit before you volunteered it.”
“Are you too chicken to answer two questions?”
His lips quirk. “You know, I’ve never understood why a chicken is a symbol of cowardliness in English. They’re actually pretty brave birds.”
He’s right. On my parents’ farm, the chickens were anything but cowardly. I’ve seen them chase off all sorts of wild animals.
I’m not getting distracted again, though. “Is that yet another question you’re asking me?”
He sighs. “Just go ahead and ask me something.”
“When did you start ballet?”
He eats his ikura in thoughtful contemplation. “When I was four.”
“Wow. That’s pretty young.”
He shrugs. “I don’t remember a time when I didn’t dance.”
“Is one of your parents into ballet?”
I expect him to call me out for asking a second question, but he doesn’t. Instead, his gaze turns shuttered as he replies, “I don’t know. They died before I started dancing.”
