2022.01.03
Shu has incredible lips, Drew thought. I like how her lower lip pouts out, pours out, teases. No, doesn’t tease. It’s not interested in me. It’s just resting there.
She turned back to the table and tapped off some cigarette ash.
Harry: did you see River of Cats?
Shu: No.
Drew: No.
Gray: No, and I don’t want to.
Harry: I liked it. Not my favorite of his, but I liked it.
Gray: Did you like it?
Neve: Yeah, not my favorite, but it was a solid movie.
Gray: I read that he basically appropriated Japanese cinema tropes, set it in Japan, but of course, it didn’t come from Japan, it wasn’t authentically Japanese, but pretending to be.
Drew watched Shu stub the cigarette out. She fished into her purse for the pack, shook it, opened it, counted and considered, then put it back. He noticed the length of her fingers and the brightness of her nails, and the way her eyes lazily contemplated cigarettes and totally ignored the conversation around her.
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