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She finishes her story and picks her fork back up, playing with her food quietly. I watch her, fascinated.
It’s an interesting story, if a common one. It’s admirable that she got herself clean on her own. Very, very few junkies have the strength to do that, and it speaks volumes about her character. She got out of the life on her own and she should be very proud of that.
Money is what’s holding her back. I smile at her gently. “That’s not such a horrible story,” I say.
“So the fantasy isn’t destroyed?”
“Not at all. Clean for how long?”
“Three years,” she says. “And I’m also, you know, clean in the other way, too. The Syndicate tests us.”
I nod, smiling. “I figured that.”
“Sorry. I just... figured I should say. In case you were curious.”
“I understand.” I reach out and take her hand. “Thanks for telling me that.”
She smiles and looks a little uncertain. I’m guessing most people treat her differently after she admits that she’s an addict, but it doesn’t bother me. I don’t see why it would bother me. She got herself clean and is trying to improve her life. If anything, that just shows how strong she is.
I let go of her hand and go back to eating. We eat together in silence for a few minutes, both absorbing her story.
“What about you?” she asks finally.
“I’m clean too,” I say, and grin at her.
She smiles. “I mean, your life. What brought you here?” She gestures at the house.
“Not really an interesting story.”
“It’s interesting to me.”
I grin at her. “Okay then. When I was fifteen, I really liked building things and I was good with computers. When I was twenty, I started a company that specialized in streamlining the manufacturing process. And that company has been my life ever since, for over ten years.”
“That’s not such a boring story,” she says.
“Sure it is. It’s mundane.”
She laughs, genuinely happy. “None of this is mundane, Ethan.”
“I have money. And I have nice things. But none of that is any more interesting than what you’ve been through.”
“You’re right. I am the most interesting person I know.” She grins at me.
I laugh and go back to eating. She watches me for a second before eating as well. She asks me about work and we fall into normal small talk, which is a welcome relief from the heavy conversation about her past.
It’s comfortable, talking and eating with her, in a way that I didn’t expect. I assumed the games between us would be fun, but I had no idea that we’d have chemistry outside of the bedroom. Apparently we do, though. She’s whip-smart and clever and witty, which makes it easy to chat with her, even about nothing at all.
As we finish up, I realize that this is the first meal I’ve shared with someone and really enjoyed in a long time. Normally I’m stuck with men like Richard Taylor or other boring business contacts, but Aria is different. She’s light and alive in ways I never expected.
When we’re finished, I put the plates back on the cart and sit back down, enjoying my whisky. She watches me for a second before speaking up.
“What was your childhood like?” she asks. “You didn’t say anything about it.”
I freeze for a second and look at her, trying to decide how to respond. “I’d rather not talk about it,” I say.
She must not see that I’m serious, because she pushes on. “Come on, tell me. It can’t be that bad. You seem pretty well-adjusted.”
I stand suddenly. “Thanks for eating with me,” I say.
“What?” she asks.
I grab the cart and wheel it back inside.
“Wait, Ethan. I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about your past if you don’t want.” She follows me into the room.
I wheel the cart to the front door, not sure why I’m reacting this way. Maybe it’s because I’ve never told anyone about my childhood, and I find myself wanting to tell her. But that’s dangerous. I’m not ready to open up yet, but with her it’s tempting.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say, pushing the cart out into the hallway.
She stands back in the room, watching me go, and we lock eyes for a minute. She looks sad, genuinely sad that I’m leaving, and I feel a sharp pang in my chest. But I can’t stay, not when I’m so tempted to tell her about my childhood and everything that happened to me.
Instead, I smile at her and shut the door behind me. I walk back down the hall, leaving the cart by the elevator for the staff, before returning to my own room.
