her_smiling
werewolf
they
kissed
where
they
had
no
nouns,
and
he
asked
her
,
what
do
you
think
of
me
?
i'm
30
/20
on
the
topic
of
you
.
you
fucker
,
that's
not
even
100
.
she
gave
a
glassy
smirk
.
i
don't
want
to
put
all
my
eggs
in
one
basket
.
what
else
could
sam
do
but
kiss
her
endlessly
?
040510
...
pete
she
smiled
,
looking
down
,
in
all
modesty
.
about
twenty
of
us
sat
waiting
for
our
exit
interview
.
to
here
whether
or
not
we
would
be
invited
to
training
.
in
that
small
room
with
today's
popular
music
playing
(
i
am
surprised
that
i
have
gone
so
long
without
having
to
submit
my
self
to
it
).
i
dont
know
if
she
got
the
job
.
i
know
that
i
did
.
there
was
something
mysterious
about
her
.
a
calm
,
shy
smile
.
the
head
scarf
and
long
skirt
.
something
domestic
yet
exotic
.
mystery
in
simplicity
and
secrecy
.
everyone
met
eachother's
eyes
a
few
times
. '
i
know
most
of
you
will
not
get
the
answer
you
where
hoping
for
or
expecting
tonight'
the
manager
said
.
i
didnt
.
i
got
a
yes
,
instead
of
a
no
.
who
knows
about
the
others
.
all
i
really
remember
is
her
smiling
.
intelligent
eyes
on
a
passive
face
.
power
and
beauty
in
utter
calmness.
these
are
the
thoughts
of
pete
when
forced
into
silence
with
tense
people
around
him
.
admire
the
beauty
of
simplicity
,
he
things
.
admire
the
beauty
of
beauty
.
of
her
smile
.
040511
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from