So whatchya wanna do now?
That whole day she had said he needed to get out of his comfort zone more, that it’d be for his own good. She seemed to get a kick out of embarrasing him and the more uncomfortable she made him, the more she relished it.
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Jack and Karen walk out of the café into a brisk winter twilight. “Look what I found on the way out,” she says. She hands a bottle of wine to Jack, and then takes off running down the sidewalk.
“Goddamn it, you little shit,” Jack says, and he chases after her. “Why’d you do that?” he asks.
“You said you wanted more wine,” she laughs.
“I didn’t say anything about stealing it,” Jack says.
“This is the thanks I get?”
Jack had met Karen only the night before but he can tell she’s only acting hurt. “So whatchya wanna do now?”
“I don’t know.”
“You hungry yet?”
“Not really. You?”
Drinking wine makes Jack hungry, it always has, and he’s hungry. “Let me know when you get hungry,” he says. “We can go to that sush…