OUR SHIP CAN'T SAIL

"Babe. " He smiled weakly, "That's even legal?"

"Cut the chase, Ray." I retorted, "What's going on. You're going to tell me or keep hiding it?"

"I thought you wasn't interested about me. What you doing here anyways?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"A good samaritan though it wise to show me around New york." I smiled, "I didn't want to go at first, but she pressed me on."

He was confused and let it show. "Even though I'm confused, I'm going to ask who the birdie is. Like, you're already making friends? That's cool Emmy." He smiled genuinely.

"Nice of you to notice." I smiled. "You wouldn't believe the stuffs she told me."

"Ohhh?" He raised a brow. His interest piqued. "Let's sit somewhere, so we can talk?" He looked apprehensive, like he was dreading my answer.

"Sure, we should. Thank God you suggested, it. These flats are getting uncomfortable already." I said and almost added, "as well as the awkward interlude of silence between us." But skipped.

The silence was unbearable, like t