Nina was a soft, harmless pudding with no edges at all. On the other hand, Halle was an avant-garde sculpture, all sharp angles and metallic gleam.
One had no bite whatsoever. The other was covered in spikes.
Edgar loved Halle, but he wished she were the pudding. Too bad for him.
"Have you been living here this whole time?" Edgar asked, looking around.
Halle handed him a glass of water. "Yep. Guess you really don't know much about me."
Edgar took a sip. "I really don't. I wouldn't have guessed you'd go for something like this."
She raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like you can't quite appreciate my taste."
"I like things more feminine," He said. "Softer. More feminine."
Halle smiled. "Everyone's allowed their preferences."
Edgar watched her, so relaxed, so completely herself. She'd never change to match what he wanted, and that bothered him more than he could explain.
If he told Nina he liked something, she'd adjust overnight without being asked twice.
"Why'd you go quiet again?" Halle asked.
Edgar's expression soured further. "Who was that guy?"
"James Reagen. My neighbor."
"Does he have feelings for you?"
"Probably."
"What do you mean, probably? He obviously does. And you know it. So why are you spending time with him?"
Halle almost laughed. He'd been sleeping with another woman and had a child to show for it, and somehow he had the nerve to interrogate me?
Edgar's sudden outburst caught Halle off guard. I barely said anything... How is he already angry?
I hadn't said anything hurtful... Had I?
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