As we were walking away from the café, I could see a fading look of jealous rage on Mary's face, which made me happy. "Oh, here's my house." Mary says, pointing to a cottage- looking place across the street. "Bye, Mary! See you around!" Ib says happily, waving goodbye. "Sorry we didn't get to talk much, Ib, I just wanted to get the old group back together." Mary says, walking away. "Well, my brunette companion, where are your living quarters located?" I ask, reaching for her hand. She takes my hand, and swings it back and forth as we walk. "I'm a little ways off. I'm near that shopping center with the video store. You know that place?" She asks. "That place where all the stoners hang out?" I ask, grinning. "Yeah, that place." She confirms. She looks up at me. "Im really glad we were able to get together, us and Mary." Ib says as we walk to the bus stop.
"So," I ask, leaning up against a pole with a 'bus stop' sign on it, "How's everything at the apartment? everything going well?" "Yeah, except-" Ib starts to stay, but is interrupted by loud thunder, and a sudden downpour of rain. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" I yell, not caring who hears me. "Garry!" Ib exclaims, laughing. She lightly punches me in the gut. "Here, take my jacket. I'm feeling generous." I say, laughing, and put my jacket on Ib's shoulders. She giggles. No, the jacket isn't the same one as the one from the art gallery. It's a lot less poser- ish. Its a plain, black, trench coat. She leans up against me, and it's almost like the sun came out. Except, it didn't. And it's still raining. But, you get the point.
The bus comes moments after. I grab two dollars, and hand them to the driver. "I'm paying for both of us." I say. "That's quite a looker you've got there, mate." The driver jokes. "Hey, back off, she's mine." I say, making Ib giggle. We walk to the back of the bus, and take the seats next to each other. Ib leans up against me, and I wrap my arm around her. My jacket was soaked against her shoulders, but I didn't care.
