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cityofstrangers)Who: Arthur and Mindy
What: The two meet for breakfast
Where: Some diner near the BCA building
Bingo: Breakfast
He couldn't help but fidget in his seat as Arthur waited for his HIV/AIDS therapy partner to arrive. He also couldn't help but wonder if his nerves were a mess because he was lying about being HIV positive or if he was nervous about having a swimsuit model as a "coping buddy". Lucky for him Mindy O'Conner didn't seem like the brightest crayon in the box and probably would never figure out he was faking.
His heart sank in his chest as his thoughts, like flies, attacked a pile of shit of a horrible realization. What if she lives for a long time?
"Sorry I'm late," Mindy said before setting her purse down onto the table. "You wouldn't believe the god damn traffic out there," she said before pulling her sunglasses of her face. "Love your shirt by the way," she added with a wink as she slid into her side of the booth. The two agreed to meet for breakfast at some diner near the B.C.A. building since Mindy had a rather full schedule during the day.
"That's hot," she lied, "where's our waitress? I am starving."
Arthur closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "Not too sure," he answered, "I told her I was waiting for you to arrive and she hasn't been back since."
Mindy made a pouty face. "Well, this is exactly why I almost come prepared," she stated before reaching into her purse and pulled out a flask. Arthur watched her oddly as she took a swig from it. "I know, I know," she said looking to Arthur, "I shouldn't be drinking with all the meds but a girl's got to have fun."
"Yeah," he replied in a dull tone. Who classifies getting drunk at nine in the morning as fun?
"Anyway," she continued on, "I guess we should talk more about," she made a face, "you know what."
Arthur stared at her for a long moment before coughing, realizing he had stopped breathing. "You know we, yeah we don't necessarily, it's not like..." he stopped himself before he fumbling over his words again. "It's up to you," he finished. Idiot.
"Well," Mindy said chirpily, "I had a visit with my doctor specialist lady or whatever you'd call her and she said that I have a lot of cells." She made a face, "or something like that. Oh you know what? Maybe she said they were low. Oh I don't know, she told me everything was fine."
Arthur's face was blank, a common occurrence when he tried understanding complete morons. "Well good," was his only response.
"What about you?" she asked as she looked down at her cell phone. "Is everything going well?"
Shit. Arthur scratched at his head, where's the fucking waitress? "My doctor... well he, you know-"
"Hold that thought," Mindy interrupted, "I just got a text and I have to get to work. We'll have to do this another time," she said before picking up her purse and standing from her seat.
"Oh," Arthur replied as he too stood from his seat.
"It was great meeting up, take care betch," she said before blowing Arthur a kiss and clanking away in her over priced heels.
She was out of sight in mere seconds and Arthur flopped back into seat. "Jesus Christ, this would be so much easier if I had AIDS."