6
Judge
I stop outside of Emma’s apartment building. It’s one of the semi-commercial buildings which have started popping up in small towns all over the States, and began rising here in the Cove about a decade ago. She climbs from the bike and lays the helmet on the back. I stay mounted, but twist and face her.
“I had fun,” she says, standing with her handbag clasped near her crotch, perhaps to hide any wetness.
I can’t help but smile.
“What’re you grinning at?”
I nod at the bag. “Making it pretty obvious, aren’t you?”
A light is fixed above the main door to her apartment building. It shines out onto the street, so that when she blushes, her cheeks are lit rosy red. “You’re a cruel, cruel man.”
“That’s true, pretty lady. But I don’t remember you saying that half an hour ago.”
“You
