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life was supposed to contain.
    "I was just kidding," he said. "I'd seen you
around. I knew where you lived." Erica found that equal parts
creepy and flattering.
    The waitress came back. Neither one of them
had looked at a menu but they ordered anyway. Walt ordered steak,
eggs, and hashbrowns. Erica ordered a burger and fries.
    "And you were just hoping I didn't say
no?"
    "I knew you wouldn't say no."
    She found herself blushing again. "I'm not
really that much of a whore."
    "I didn't say you were. I just
. . . I wanted you and I took you. That's how my life
works. I already told you that. I'm not sure what I'll have to end
up doing to prove it to you, but you'll see, eventually. That
. . . power I have, you're just unable to see it right
now because you're probably convinced we were drawn together by
chemistry or fate or something romantic or, most importantly,
something that your decision-making played a part in."
    "But you said I'm like you. You said I
wanted you. I wanted to come with you and that's why I'm here."
    "True. It must be fate." He smiled. "I'm not
joking about this power. Do I have to fuck the waitress to prove it
to you?"
    "I'm not sure what I would do."
    "I guess I won't but, just so you know, if
the situation were reversed, I wouldn't be possessive or jealous. I
want you to explore every possibility. Every opportunity."
    Erica didn't know why the
thought of Walt and that waitress, maybe Walt and anybody, made her
insides sting with jealousy. She didn't think of herself as a
jealous person and knew she wasn't naive enough to think she was
falling in love with him. Of course, she'd never been in love
before, not really. But she'd watched people fall in love before,
well, seen it in movies anyway, and knew they spent a considerable
amount of time telling themselves they weren't falling in love. She
knew Glamor Face had several lists, seemingly one an issue but, maybe because
it didn't really apply to her, maybe because she could never
envision a time when she wasn't waiting on her sick grandmother,
she just didn't pay much attention because she couldn't think what
a single one of those lists had said.
    Fuck it. She was probably in love with the
guy.
    "I like the lines on your face," he said.
"You should keep doing that."
    "Maybe I will."
    The waitress came back with their food.
Walt's eyes were glued to the hypnotic sway of her ass as she
waited on another table. Erica had to force herself not to devour
her meal as quickly as possible.
    "I don't want to fuck her anyway." Walt
grabbed one of his fried eggs and held it up. "This is probably
what her pussy looks like." He tossed the egg back onto the plate
with a sour face and stabbed it with his fork.
     
     
    Finished, both of them leaning back in their
respective sides of the booth, Walt said, "Okay, so you want me to
prove to you that I can do whatever the hell I want?"
    "I would have to say that I can see how our
current situation could be seen as something peculiar by someone
who is not a part of it, but so far I'm not completely buying your
theory."
    "So . . . yes?"
    "I guess that's a yes."
    He set the box of cigarettes on the table
and pulled one out. "When was the last time you saw someone smoke
in a restaurant?"
    "Never?"
    Walt made a face. "Wow,
you are young."
    "Twenty-three. Not that young."
    "Only someone who's twenty-three would say
that."
    "You're not that old."
    He didn't respond. He
didn't immediately do anything .
    Erica realized she was waiting for him to
perform some type of magician's setup or fanfare or something and
said, "What? Are you making yourself invisible now?"
    "Not invisible. Unnoticeable. Big
difference. And I don't have to do anything. If it suits me not to
be noticed, I won't be."
    He put the cigarette in his mouth and lit
it. He exhaled a plume of smoke. Erica immediately expected the
other people in the restaurant to start making those theatrical
fake coughs, management to rush over, anything. The waitress was on
her way