Paradise City

“He works at a hotel,” he answered then quickly asked, “What about you?”

“Oh, I used to hang out with my friends most of the time, but since we moved here I just put my head to my books until graduation.”

He nodded.

We went on for a while like that. He was so easy to talk to and I found myself sharing things about myself, likes and dislikes that I rarely shared with people. And although I liked him, I really, really didn’t like the drink he got me. I just ended up holding it as we talked.

After a couple hours we watched the sun dipping in the sky, threatening to set when we reached a lull in the conversation.

A few minutes of silence passed before he tucked his hand behind his head and looked at me, one side of his lips curled up and eyes narrowed.

“So,” he asked, “What was that move when you threw me on my ass?”

“The spin?” I asked, shifting my shoulders to look toward him.

“Whatever it was that you did to beat the crap out of me,” he specified.

“Oh, it was just a spin and sweep someone in my last group taught me,” I shrugged.

“Will you show me?” he asked, one eyebrow raised in question.