Had he heard her right? "Sorry," he asked slowly, "did I hear you right? Did you just ask whether I'd mind you sleeping with other people?" She cocked her head slightly to the side and continued to stare at him. It was quite unnerving really, her eyes flickered slightly as if she were trying to map every tiny shift in his expression. "Yes," she confirmed with a matter-of-fact air. She paused for a second and asked again, casually, "Would you?" Her face gave nothing away aside from a mild curiosity belied by an underlying intensity. Was she...joking? "Are you...joking?" he asked, quite genuinely. Her eyebrow flicked upwards for just a moment and with an almost imperceptible sigh she leaned forward to sip her drink through a straw. "Well, either way," he continued hesitantly, "no, no that would not be cool with me." Again she looked at him and cocked her head to the side. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
Kenny would always remember with perfect clarity the first time he fell in love. He had been fifteen years old and walking to the bus stop one morning on the way to school with his friend Maggie, who had lived down the road from him where he grew up. It was a strange and memorable day for a number of reasons, not least of which being that the pair were only just returning to school after their town had been lashed by the tail-end of a hurricane a few days before. Though much had been done to clean up the mild devastation, there remained plenty of evidence of the weather system’s passing. Absent tiles marred the uniform roofs like missing teeth, while light-coloured strips below their lips spoke of gutters ripped away. Too many twigs and branches littered the ground, and the crushed iron railings at the edge of the park spoke of fallen trees that had since been removed. All the way to the bus stop he and Maggie had talked in hushed tones, paying unconscious reverence to the subtle but