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Don't think I'm getting on that thing."
His left eyebrow raises a fraction. "Why not? Julio's not good enough for you?"
"Julio? You named your motorcycle Julio?"
"After my great uncle who helped my parents move here from Mexico."
"I like Julio just fine. I just don't want to ride on him wearing this short dress. Unless you want everyone riding behind us to see my undies."
He rubs his chin, thinking about it. "Now that would be a sight for sore eyes."
I cross my arms over my chest.
"I'm jokin'. We're takin' my cousin's car." We get in a black Camry parked across the street.
After driving a few minutes he pulls a cigarette from a pack lying on the dashboard. The click of the lighter makes me cringe.
"What?" he asks, the lit cigarette dangling from his lips.
He can smoke if he wants. This might be an official date, but I'm not his official girlfriend or anything. I shake my head. "Nothing."
I hear him exhale, and the cigarette smoke burns my nostrils more than my mom's perfume. As I lower my window all the way, I suppress a cough.
When he stops at a stoplight, he looks over at me. "If you've got a problem with me smokin', tell me."
"Okay, I've got a problem with you smoking," I tell him.
"Why didn't you just say so?" he says, then smashes it into the car's ashtray.
"I can't believe you actually like it," I say when he starts driving again.
"It relaxes me."
"Do I make you nervous?"
His gaze travels from my eyes to my breasts and down to where my dress meets my thighs. "In that dress you do.

( Simone Elkeles )
[ Perfect Chemistry ]
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