I referred from saying anything hefty and honest, quietly let the car fill down with the series of news that worried the city rats as it lead to a buzz of meaningless noise to us.

She had noticed the small pots of looks I stole from her on the false act of checking the right side traffic and she felt the unsaid obligation to sound a start.

" You could have waited for Dr. Carson to catch up. I could just get a subway or hail a cab to wherever. " She prompted then added the a juvenile urban legend to the mix.

" I heard one could go anywhere in a cab in New York. "

" That's a myth. " I fumed a short simper.

" I'll get back to Carson. Maybe some other time. " I added as I terribly acted to spot a gap in the weekly holiday traffic that swarmed the unsuspecting avenues.

" He talked about you quite a lot. " She began then to my confusion, clumsily summed up my fear in a few words. " Said you weren't being an attentive friend. But then he blamed how busy you always are and can be. "

" If he talks about me more than about you then you should find someone else. " I fell dumb then delivered the reply as a bit of retaliation to Carson's attitude appeared.

" I know a fantastic woman . . . out of the side of Bronx. She owes me a favor or a few so if you are interested. "

" No, that's not what I meant. And that's not necessary at all. " She paused then let out the admiration poorly.

" I like Dr. Carson. He's very. . .polite. Understanding. "

There was a recognizable interval before the appropriate adjective fueled out of her mouth which indicated to the circle of her thoughts, the intimidating enigma of this whole social crime that surrounded her temporarily.

" Okay. If you feel comfortable enough to come back. But I'll talk to him. In my own terms. " I cast the sentence that fell rather threatening to her as she deplored into compensation again.

The pleasant talk about Jordan started when the topic of mutual alignment and problem ended, after we found ourselves deprived of anything to say except for the weather that was overly discussed then and now.

The afternoon ended and the cavernous looking building, patrons of current architectonics erected before me under the warm shade of humid city lights. The recollection of their wonderfully spent time was accompanied by the details of pictures Junith shown me, of Jordan sitting near a garden rock when Percy felt more attracted to the bustle of the connected crowd.

Junith Chambers was not in any of those snippets of memories since she was well aware not to talk about anything personal in recounted ways and she was under the impression that I only accepted to hear the tales of my best friends.

" That corner will do. " She roughly aimed at one of the similar faced buildings, all standing in proud uniforms which made them inseparable in the darkness.

She started the farewell talk as one does to mark an occasion and I was confused at the beginning in afraid hope of where it seemed to go.

" Mr. Montgomery. Dion. " She grasped my attention and added. " I know it's a meaningless apology but I hope I did not ruin any of your plans for the evening. "

" Actually, I was all out of excuses to hide from Percy anyway. "

My tone incited a sarcastic smile on both of our faces as it resulted in a sweet simper on her lips.

" You might think it was weak . . . well childish to be honest to drag you along in the whole . . . everything. But actually, I was just shy to start and . . . and if I felt like I did not want to I just needed someone to do the talking and everything. "

" It's alright. You don't have to explain. I know how the routine goes. It's. . .normal. "

" Is normal good then? "
" It is even though it might not make any sense at first. People who are too eager to prove their innocence or make alibis have something to hide. "

That flauntingly formed another splotch of worry on her face since she failed to organize the full meaning of the twisted statement.

" Besides, it was good to see Carson. "

She became gracious with a radiant smile granting upon her blank face as the overhead street lamp was resurrected to enforce light in a moment's flash.

She shifted uneasily as the bag dangled from, her hand and I quickly dabbled what I believed purely even though, not a piece of rationalization could prove my thoughts.

" Something good will come out of this. "

One of those rare smiles came to exist without an effort, in a reflexive gesture which I forgot I was capable of having.

She left with a goodnight then quickly waled towards the illuminated door. In the train of my mind, I imagined she would look back on just the cusp of the moment, before vanishing behind the door, just to turn and grant a simper that bought out a dimple on her cheek as if she expected my attention.

But in reality, she did not follow the lonesome promise of my mind since she expected nothing than a secretive helping hand and I, who was brutally beaten up by the past, relentlessly; with my worn out skin was too busy counting the days of my life rather than living it.