Pinned to Mr. Calhoun's shag carpet, her back aching from the weight of him, her neck cool from the air flushing itself through the window, Faye realized that this was all wrong.
That idiot was right.
This guy wasn't him.
She could really kill Spike for being right sometimes.
Everything was perfect. What the hell was wrong with her? This guy was a genuinely nice guy. They had a good dinner together. They went for a ride. She had chocolates and licked icing sugar from her fingertips. He had eaten some, too, and he tasted like maraschino cherries and the best chocolate. He was funny and smart. He went on about how beautiful she was. He opened the car door for her to get in. He ran around the car to get the door again for her when they arrived at his two-storey apartment. He was absolutely wonderful.
And Faye would have no problem repaying him for his kindness the best way she knew she could.
Except for one thing.
It was his hands.
They were all wrong.
She wasn't sure why this was bothering her so much. But she thought of Spike's hands. The way he held his chopsticks when he ate. The way they curled towards the floor when he fell asleep on the couch. How his hand would hold a gun. All these stupid little things about something as dumb as Spike's hands. Who cares? What was her problem?
Quite suddenly she felt like she was going to vomit.
She violently pushed Mr. Calhoun off of her and paused only a second to reacertain the location of the bathroom. She didn't quite make it to the toilet, throwing up in his large bathtub instead. What a shame to see all that good food go to waste.
Mr. Calhoun poked his head into the bathroom, knocking on the door to signal his presence. Faye didn't look up. She hung her head further into the bathtub.
"Are you alright?"
Such a nice guy. This was all wrong.
"Yeah. I don't know what's wrong with me. Something from dinner must be upsetting me or something..." How could she possibly explain?
"Well...listen...how about I lend you a bathrobe and you can wash up or something?" He came into the room and crouched down beside her.
"Trying to get my clothes off?" Faye joked sourly. He was such a gentleman, that was probably the furthest thing from his mind right now. She wiped her mouth and looked back over her shoulder at him. He smiled. She had to get out of here. She thought about how she had told Spike she would find out some info about the movie from Mr. Calhoun. She'd feel bad returning to the ship with nothing to show for her absence but she had to get the hell out of this place right now before she felt guilty enough to sleep with this guy.