Beyond Our Galaxy

8:15.

I leaned over the table and scanned the menu.

What did I want for Dinner? Hmmmm. Maybe I should order the expensive shit and make this guy pay-

“So Wendy? That’s your name right?”

I looked up and stared straight at his face. This is the first time this guy addressed my existence since he picked me up and drove me to the fancy Lincoln Ristorante in New York City.

“Wendy is correct.”

I had to admit, he was quite good looking. My mom was definitely not kidding in that department.

“So Wendy, What exactly do you do?”

Hah. What do I do? I’m sure you already know asshole, since you did a background check on me and my family.

I gave him a fake smiled and replied, “I’m an astrophysicist. I work for NASA.”

“Right.” He said. He gave a short laugh, as if he was disappointed that I hadn’t lied or anything.

I returned to scanning the menu. 30 dollars for pasta? What the fuck? There are starving kids around the world, and I’m sitting here eating 30 dollar pasta.

“I bought this watch recently.” He said, as attempt to start a conversation. “It’s the Limited Edition, Bulgari Octo Velocissimo.”

I looked at his wrist. A fancy piece of metal for a person’s arm. I tried my best to make it sound like I cared.

“Wow, that look’s expensive.”

“Yeah,12,000 for this thing.” He smiled. “A great investment.”

Yet again, starving kids around the world, and this grown man sitting in front of me spends 12 grand to tell time. Awesome.

After talking about his watch for about 20 minutes, I got the feeling he finally caught on that I didn’t give a fuck about his watch.

“Look. I get this isn’t ideal for you. But our parents want us to get married.” He paused and continued. “I’m sure we have other people we like anyway.”

I stared at him, pretending to be confused by what he just said. Maybe there is a way out of this meeting after all.

He seemed a little taken back by my look. “I-I mean. If y-you have someone you like t-that is. I-I’d be fine with-”

I held my stare. This guy was getting uncomfortable by the minute, maybe all I needed to do was make a scene. That’s right, perhaps mess with his mind a little.

I lowered my eyebrows giving him a curious look. “Are you saying you have someone you like, that’s not me?

He quickly responded, “No! That’s not what I m-”

I leaned into the table. “So you have a girlfriend?”

“N-no! That’s not-”

“Oh I got it!”

He seemed surprised. “Y-you do?”

“Yeah.” I scoffed. “You’re implying that this is going to be some sort of contract marriage, where you can going around fucking all the whores in the city. While I’ll have to sit at home, keep quiet and do the dishes.”

“W-what. No I didn’t even say tha-”

“...And while you’re sleeping with all the bitches, I’m going to have tell my parents, my in-law’s and our future children that ‘Daddy is always busy at work’, while in reality he is fucking random women!”

“Wendy. Shhh. Be a little more quiet!”

Now for the final scene.

I stood up and lifted the glass of wine sitting on the table.

I smiled. “Do you know how expensive this wine is?”

He seemed a little nervous, “No, I don’t actually.”

“Of course you wouldn’t, you rich piece of shit!”

I proceed to pour the expensive wine on his head very slowly, then I set the glass down. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at us, obviously. Which was a cue for me to walk off like Project Runway

Mission accomplished Wendy.

I stood outside restaurant and laughed. With all the stuff that just happened in the past hour, I felt the most free than I’d felt in a long time.

I put one foot outside the curb and signalled for a cab. Might as well enjoy this feeling while it lasts.

“Where do you need to go ma’am?” The taxi driver asked in a thick accent.

“Any convenience store downtown would be great.” I replied.

Although a little confused as to why a rich looking lady would go to a sketchy place, especially downtown, the driver just nodded his head and let me in to his cab.

After passing many streets and buildings, at 9:30 we finally reached a convenience store. I could hear Mariah Carey’s “We Belong Together” faintly playing in the background.

“Thanks Sir.” I said as I handed him the money.

“Ma’am, are you sure you want to be in this part of town, this late at night?”

I looked at the guy. He seemed to be a little curious as to what I was doing in front of the convenience store.

“I’m thankful that you're concerned, but I think I’ll be okay.” I smiled and shut the door. He quickly drove off, and I watched him till he totally disappeared. I turned to face the sketchy convenience store.

I walked inside, and the faint smell of old tires and minty gum filled the air. I grabbed a lighter off of one of the shelves, and looked around. The place seemed really run down.
At the counter was a girl who looked a little younger that I was. She was probably more scared than me working her night shift. Her name tag said, “Hello my name is Grace.”

“Can I help you with anything else?”

I smiled back. “Yeah, could I buy a pack of cigarettes?”

She turned to unlock a cabinet behind her. “Any preference ma’am?”

“Nah. I think anything is good for today.”

She grabbed a box and locked the cabinet back up.

“Thanks!” I said nicely as she rang up the pack of cigarettes and the lighter.

“No problem. Do you want a bag for these?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Once I got outside the store, I quickly grabbed a cigarette out of the box, and lit it up. This feeling. Last time I smoked, the times were rough. Who could forget that?

I exhaled, and notice a pile of leaves sat on the ground. The air was cold, reminding me to be glad I wore a sweater. The night sky was clear and cloudless, although no sign of any stars. How sad, it wasn’t too long ago where you could see stars all the time in the night. It’s almost that time of the year where the Orion constellation comes out.

“Old habits don’t die do they?”

I quickly turned around and found myself face to face with a man in a long brown coat. God. Is it a rapist? Oh cmon. I just got some freedom. Now some grown-ass man is going to try to rape me. Fuck this shit.

I did my best to maintain my cool. “Sir, can I help you?”

“Sir?” The man chuckled. “This isn’t the 1950’s.”

“Well sorry sir. But ‘sir’ is still used today.” I responded calmly, not to aggravate the guy too much.

“What I meant was not used as much as it used to be.”

“Right.” There was an awkward pause before I said, “To answer your first question, no, old habits don’t die.”

The man laughed a little more and then asked “Are you sure you don’t remember me?”

Are you sure you aren’t going to rape me?

I shook my head, “Nope. Not at all.”

He seemed surprised. “Really? A lot of people say they can recognize me by my eyes.”

“Your eyes?” I took a step toward him, and leaned forward to get a closer look (Not what you should do when you meet a stranger by the way). I finally stopped leaning and looked at his entire face and gasped.

“Oh my god.”

“It’s been awhile” He said, smiling back at me.

“Yeah. It’s been almost a century.”

Notes

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