Boy Nobody

It's the kind of leather seat that pulls you in, begs to to relax against it.

You want to come back to the bank vault?” Jack says. The bank vault. That’s what Jack calls his house.

There was some violence a year ago. An important kid got shot during an attempted kidnapping while on spring break in Mexico. The Fortune 500 went security crazy. Now rich kids like Jack need a commando team to take a dump.

You think that just because you’re in a politician’s house, you’re seeing the real person? Pretty naive, Ben.

Your best kicks ass and takes names,” Jack says, and he punches my shoulder again.

I listen as I walk down the hall, measuring off the seconds before she closes the door. With a friend, you might close it right behind them. With someone you’re interested in, you might wait a few seconds before closing. And with someone you’re falling for . . . With someone you’re falling for, you don’t go inside. You wait and watch them go. Just like she’s doing now.