❛yeah. yeah, i get it.❜ lola runs a hand through
her hair, laughing humorlessly. ❛i’m sorry. i just
thought— -❜she shakes her head, standing and
glancing around for her purse. ❛i should go, you
probably don’t— -want me here.❜
”Leave? No, I don’t want you to leave. Séjour.
S’il vous plait.” He’d intended to celebrate with
her. Was it really necessary to call all that off?
”Now we wouldn’t get anywhere
by pointing fingers, would be?”
”Well. I always thought you quite liked
❛now, don’t tell me that was your first kiss.❜ she’s teasing in an attempt to cover up the embarrassment she finds flooding her system. she’s sure her cheeks are bright red— -god, that was stupid, why did she do that? he wasn’t— -of course he didn’t want to kiss her, he was older and she was just a stupid, stupid girl. ❛sorry, you’re right. i should— -go. i’m sorry.❜
”Merde." Humbert hung his head, mouth slightly
agape as he sat in useless silence. Both of them
were quiet, so Humbert broke the silence first. “I
don’t want you to… be ashamed or anything of the
sort. But… You understand why this is a bit…
complicated, don’t you?”
"Yeah yeah, I know, I love that ‘bout ya.
I’ll be fine. If I ain’t in one piece when y’wake up
tomorrow…y’can ground me.”
Something like that. “I want you to have fun, Gen.
But if you don’t answer your phone when I call you—
and I will call you—you’ll be in trouble.”
❛good. then you won’t mind if i just— -❜ she
scoots a tiny bit closer and then leans the rest
of the way, pulling his lips to hers by the collar
of his shirt. it’s not a particularly passionate or
heavy kiss, she’s just testing the waters for a
moment before pulling away to study his reaction.
He’s barely given a chance to begin forming
a word before his lips are pressed to hers. He
kisses back momentarily before catching himself
(in a fantasy he’s thought over multiple times).
Humbert pulls back, and is oddly careful not to
touch her at all. “Lola—What are you doing?”
"If someone tries kissin’ me i’ll just bite ‘em.
It’s…uhm…at some guys house. Why do y’wanna know?
gonna show up and crash it, d a d d y?”
[she very intentionally doesn’t specify that
it’s a frat party. Her friend’s brother invited her
and she’d been d y i n g to just be a teenager for
”Of course not,” he insists good-
naturedly. Such is what happens when
she refers to him in that way he likes.
"I just like to know where you are. You
know me; I worry.”
❛because i did enough answering on
that stupid test. now it’s your turn, edgar.
answer my question, or i’ll have to find
someone else to celebrate with.❜
“Fine.” What harm was there in
being honest? Besides, with an
occupation like her own, Humbert
was certain she was used to receiving
compliments on a regular basis.
”Oui, Lola. You’re a very beautiful woman.”
“It just—jumped out at me.
Not literally, of course.”
She laughed nervously.
“Okay. Yeah…that would be
great, actually. I just want to
learn some more, you know?
I might go abroad next sem-
ester, if I can.”
”Of course.” Humbert laughed as well,
if only to be a bit polite. As she spoke, he
nodded and went back to sit behind his
desk once more.
”Columbia’s programs are quite
spectacular. Montparnasse is
a great place to study,” he commented a
bit absently as he searched his computer
for the proper links.
the smiles drops from her face, replaced
with a more solemn look. ❛be honest— -
do you think i’m pretty?❜she sets her
glass down on the table, scooting forward
in her seat, towards humbert.
Humbert lets out a laugh but makes
no other move. “Why are we answering
questions with questions?” he counters.
"Don’t worry, I won’t go kissin’
anyone. The only lips that touch mine are
yers. You know that, darlin’.”
“Of course I know that. Not everyone else
does, however.” Her words were reassuring,
but not enough to quell his paranoia. “Where
is this party?”