Hazel tilted her head.
Yeah, I know, love. Fuck it. Fuck the house. We’re not here to talk about the house.
“How about a drink, Atlas?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I can definitely use a drink.”
Hazel led the path to the kitchen.
A house with simple, defined rooms.
I was used to apartments and condos in cities.
Usually fancy and expensive ones.
This house had a very relaxed,homeyfeel.
Hazel opened the fridge door and balanced two bottles of water in one hand.
“Water?” I asked.
“You’re driving,” she said as she tossed me one of the bottles. “Not sure if you should have even driven here.”
“I’m fine, Hazel,” I said. “I wasn’t drinking that much to begin with. Then the sudden rush of shock absorbed the whiskey like a sponge.”
“Right,” she said. “I’m sure that’s exactly how it works.”
I nodded. “So, want to talk about the house? My drinking? The water? Anything more important to talk about?”
“I’m not sure what else there is to say, Atlas. I don’t know how to approach this. This has never happened to me before.”
“There’s something I didn’t know about you.”
“What?”
“I didn’t know this is the first time you’re pregnant. Congrats.”
“Congrats… wow.”
“What do I do here, love?” I asked. “To be fair it’s not like we really know much about each other. We were forced to go on a date, right?”
“But we weren’t forced to fuck.”
“Fair enough. But you’ve never fucked someone just for the sake of it?”
“The sake of it…?”
Now I got the chance to see what a pissed off Hazel looked like.
Her right nostril flared bigger than her left.
Her left eyebrow lifted high up in the air.
Her jaw moved a little.
She was actually kind of sexy when she was angry.
“Did you do all of that out of pity?”