When
i. and night fell into day fell into night
When George took her out, he opened the passenger door, pulled out her chair and left bouquets of blue on her car seat.
She said thank you with a beam.
He liked to offer her the menu with a knotted ribbon and a half-framed smile. She, without looking, placed orders for seafood salad and soup of the day, and he always just requested for whatever was quirky and elaborate.
Afterward, with or without candlelight, he drove them to a rooftop or a graveyard or some fancy hotel (never the movies – George never did like places this dull. Never his home either, not once).
She perhaps noticed the flair in his blue eyes being that and just that; flamboyance and nothing more, or the way that merry sound erupted from deep within his throat when they passed an accessories shop with barrettes on display. Yet she never doubted that he was sober –he was too alive to be anything else.
And under the stars or dimmed florescent light, they had sex and did not make love. For George disliked passive women, and her boldness suited him fine.
When George took her out, she was sometimes Kaori, oftentimes a business associate or a model from his new line; her boldness suited him fine, but never enough – because she was not Yukari.
--unbetaed, version 1.1, to be continued.
experimented with new writing style. feel free to flame.