A conversation

Dunno why, but just feel like writing.  Here goes:

“Do you drive?”

“I know how to drive, but I don’t have a car.”

“So you don’t drive.”

“So I don’t drive, yes.  But I know how to drive.”

“But you won’t able to drive me around.”

“Do I need to drive you around?”

“I want to be driven around.”

Silence.

“How much do you earn?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me, how much do you earn?”

“I’m not going to tell you!  We’ve only just met.”

“I’m not rushing things, but I’m not going to take it slow as well.  So, please tell me.”

“I’m not going to tell someone whom I’ve just met an hour ago, how much I earn.”

“We are sitting on the same tables for an hour, that’s close enough for me to ask that.”

“It’s not for me.”

Silence.

“How much do you earn?”

“How can you ask a prostitute that?”

“Why not?”

“Prostitute never tell, they just do.”

“I thought it’s fair for me to ask since you’ve asked.”

“But since you didn’t answer my question, I do not need to answer yours.”

“Okay… But I’m going to ask again, maybe more specifically, how much did you earn tonight before you meet me?”

Silence.

“Enough for the night…”

“Then why are you out still?”

“I’m looking for love.”

“Are you saying that to amuse me?”

“Why is that amusing?  Just because I’m a prostitute, I’m not capable to love?”

“Not so… I mentioned I’m looking for love to you, and you are saying the same thing back to me…”

“Can’t it be a case of… coincidental?”

“Too many concidences lead to suspicion.  Are you following me?”

“Why am I following you?  I don’t see you as a potential client.”

“I remember seeing you somewhere today.”

“I have that kind of familar face.”

“So are you following you?”

“I’m not.”

Silence.

“So are you rich?”

“I’m not going to answer that.  It’s like you asking me how much I make.”

“It’s two different questions.  How much you earn may not reflect on your wealth.”

“You sure ask alot for a prostitute.”

“I’m not one now at this hour.  Remember, I’m a love-seeker now.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I want to say that.  Maybe we are just lovers meant to be and that’s why we are here.”

“I don’t believe in fate.”

“I don’t neither.  I believe in making it happen.”

“That’s why you asking me all those questions?”

“Yes, to find out what’s important to me in a lover.”

“Money and cars?”

“Moneys and cars.  And more.”

“What others?”

“Hmmm, and house?”

“You are a realistic.”

“Everyone should be.  Surviving on hope and love is stupid.”

“So you are not a love-seeker.  You’re security-seeker.”

“If you put it that way, yes I am.”

“You think I’m in the position to provide you security?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.”

“And I’m not going to answer.  So are you daring enough to take the risk?”

“You caught me there.  Are you always like that?”

“I like risk, if that’s what you want to know.”

“But I don’t like ambiguity.”

“But that’s what I’m presenting to you.  So do you dare to take the risk?”

“I hate you, and I’m attracted to you right now.”

“So you love to take the gamble I see.”

“…”

And both of them sit silently for the next few minutes before they check into a hotel and have hot sex.

And the next day, the girl wakes up alone, with a few hundreds next to the bed.  She smiles a little as she tuck away the money into her purse side pocket.

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