Eight
It was dark outside and it was raining. Dolmen said it was perfect but Cara wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure of what he thought or who he was. They had been together for months, seeing one another almost every day. Tonight they were at a swanky downtown bar and everything seemed to shimmer.
“So, I have a confession,” Dolmen said.
“Oh, great. Are you a lizard person like everyone’s been telling me?”
“Who said that? I’m not a lizard,”
“You can just tell,”
“You think I’m a lizard person?”
“Yes,”
“Well, f**k you then. I’m not gonna tell you anymore,”
“That’s exactly what a lizard would say,”
“Screw you, dude,”
“Just tell me, you know you want to,”
Dolmen ordered two more drinks and notified the bartender they were moving to a booth in the back. It was a statement, not a question.
