This one will be chill I promise

This one will be chill I promise.

I can’t hear anything, is it playing already?

Try not to balk at the thought of it.

What’s that supposed to mean.

I said enough already, may I ask a question instead?

My nodding is the indication of a yes, go ahead.

Is it wise to care about time?

I guess so.

Alright…

And letting go is what happened; the breaks of the vehicle loosened, and her gaze faded into oblivion. The pitch of darkness torn by nearby residential complexes made the departure morph into a trail of colors and lights, urging the moment to stay.   

Alisa is available in case you‘d still like to ask her about her plans for Friday, should I ask her assistant?

Go ahead.

Would you like me to throw the shades and turn on video?

Sure.

She’s on her bike heading to the office, she’ll be here in twenty minutes but already provided some prep info; let me know if you’d like me to explain it to you.

Go ahead.

And ahead she went. Ahead of what longs and worries are for, to never have to do the same thing twice again. A series of what seem to be challenges but are barely, hardly, seen or felt, save they are complicated. The complex ones, no, those they let us have. Crowing prowess was not what I expected their kink to be, ironic.

I changed my mind, I‘ll go to sleep instead. Can you just answer her once she‘s back?

Sure.

The inflatable seating space moved into its preconfigured setting, and I went to sleep. The hour of commute was enough to get actual sleep, which would make the walk home in the winter cold slightly more bearable, lest my phone dies out on me and I take the walk in silence. The soft stride home led through music and crowds, noise and arguments.