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It had been a week since I drove off, dropping him off at his motorbike, a Kawasaki model that was a bright lime green, at the pub, watching him in the rear-view mirror. Every night since, I’d thought about our one-night stand and had to deal with how turned-on I’d felt.
One night someone had yelled back to keep it down.
Pro-tip: climax softly in a crowded caravan park.
Me: You don’t have to delete my number
I saved his number, briefly considering adding him as ‘Jet—Wonder Dick’ but deleted the reference to his penis. Like I’d forget.
I tapped my foot, waiting for a reply. Maybe he wouldn’t want to text.
Jet: This isn’t weird?
YES. Sort of? A little?
Me: No. Well, a little bit … but I’d like to talk
Me: And I really enjoyed meeting you too
And the Understatement of the Year Award goes to Ariane Wilde.
Jet: *smiley face emoji*
Jet: So, Silver Lioness, enjoying your road trip so far?
Jet: And how’s Bessie? Muffler holding up?
I paused, enjoying the jolt of pride that he’d remembered the meaning of my name.
But I hadn’t felt like a lioness this week—more like a cowardly lion. I’d almost turned back several times to drive back home to hide in Ash’s house to watch Netflix and comfort eat into oblivion. Somehow, I kept driving north and found myself in Airlie Beach with plans to get to Cairns in a week or two, and then a week or two after that, hook a left and head to Mt Isa and onto Darwin before the wet season closed the roads. Maybe see Kakadu and dinosaur museums on the way.
I clutched the old-school tourist road map and steadied my breathing.
Me: Bessie the van is a champion on the highway. Everyone waves to me. No problems with the muffler, thanks to you
Jet: So, what is your favourite colour, Ari?
I snorted.
Me: Why do you want to know that?
Jet: It’s the first card I picked at random
Me: you still have my mother’s speed dating cards?!
Jet: ha, yeah. Still had them stashed in my leather jacket. Just found them again
Me: fine, but we’re not on a date or anything
My stomach gurgled again, and I rubbed it, feeling weird about that text. Of course we’re not on a date. We’re just texting.
Me: Not pink. Not girlie.
Jet: Okay. So what is your favourite not pink and not girlie colour?
Me: It’s blue but a special kind of blue. It’s the blue of the sky when the sun has just set at twilight. That blue is the best blue, and the best colour, in the world. Being in Sydney for four years, I loved the blue of the water at North Head and in the harbour, but coming home to Ballydoon, it’s the blue of the sky on a cold night that’s my favourite colour.
Jet: That’s really beautiful
