“What do you want to know?” I ask, buying myself some more time, just to see him squirm.
“Casey!”
“Okay, calm down. You need a life, Martin – and soon. Otherwise, you’ll just keep getting involved in everyone else’s business, living through everyone else’s emotions.”
“Emotions…” he says, sitting himself down next to me. “Are we talking about emotion here? Or excitement…?”
“Both,” I say quietly.
“Well, your expression’s telling me that quite a lot has happened in the past few hours.”
“Maybe somethingdidhappen…”
“Did you fuck?”
“Martin…”
He scoffs. “Sorry: did yousleep together?”
I shrug, turning my attention to my coffee.
“Oh, Jesus, Casey! Speak, for fuck’s sake!”
I laugh. “We slept together. Okay? Satisfied?”
“Of course not! Where? When? How was it? How many times…?”
“On the beach…and in his car.”
“Oh my God,” he says, pretending to wipe sweat from his forehead. “Like two horny teenagers!”
“Not exactly… It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.”
“Let’s skip all the boring stuff, we only have six minutes left. Please, just tell me it’s as big as I’m imagining.”
I laugh – it’s impossible to be annoyed with him. “I wouldn’t know: I have no idea how big it is in your head.”
“Not just in my head!”
“Can you contain yourself, please? We’re talking about Nick, here.”
“Oh, right – now that he’s your boyfriend I couldn’t possibly appreciate him. Or fantasize about him…”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I say, hesitantly.
“No? Then what was it? A quick fuck, with no strings attached? Thanks, bye, see you later?”
“Not even.”
“Oh, fuck. Has he already dumped you?”
“No!” I straighten my back. “It’s all still pretty confusing.”
“Didn’t you talk about it?”
“We didn’t have much time to talk.”
“I can imagine,” he says, suggestively.
