“…” Jack stared at her, his mind trying to comprehend what she just said. In a daze he blurts out, “So you’re not pregnant?”
She tilts her head and stares at him, utterly baffled.
“I….no. No, of course not..!”
She isn’t sure if she should laugh or not.
Jack realized what he said, and holds his hands up defensively. “I-I mean- Ah- Drats… I didn’t mean it that way- I mean-…” He pauses for a moment, looking at anything but her. “T-that’s great you remembered your name… Ah…”
She lets go of his hands and walks towards the other side of the room. She doesn’t say anything. She isn’t even really sure how she feels. Slenda presses her hands to either side of her neck, then slowly drags them down to her collarbones.
“It…makes me nervous. That I suppressed the memory. Who knows what else my mind is hiding..”
Slenda lets a genuine, almost bubbly laugh escape her. “Only you could make such a cheesy line work, Jacques…only you.”...
Jack walks to her, closing the distance and hugging her. “What a beautiful, lovely smelling rose I’m holding onto,...