Episode Fifty-One: A Girl Like You

"How would you know about that Avalon?" Sebastian leered as he handed over the money.

Taro’s face was turning raspberry. "He did not mean that the way it sounded, I-"

"Yeah, I did, I’ve seen her hiding the Sports Illustrated-"

Ava leaned on the counter towards Bas. "The longer I know you the cleverer you become, it truly astounds."

"I’m a very creative guy;" Sebastian grinned, "In all areas." Taro’s jaw had practically separated from the rest of his body and worse, Taro thought, was that Avalon didn’t find it half as revolting as he did. He was pretty sure that neither of them heard him announce that he would wait in the car.

"You’re so crude that you scared off your little sidekick," Ava said while preparing her counter for locking up. Bowie’s parents had an itemized checklist.

"But I didn’t scare you off," Bas commented coolly. "Taro’s head over heals for you, he can’t stand the idea of me sullying you," then he whispered. "I think he’s holding out for a white wedding."

Ava scrunched up her face and pulled on her white cardigan sweater that she lived in on summer nights like these. "Aren’t you a nice friend? You could stand to be a little more like him you know, a little more of a gentleman."

Bas nodded. "See, but we both know that you don’t notice gentlemen, so, could I drive you home? I’ll put Taro in the backseat,"

Avalon buttoned her sweater slowly and then looked seriously up at him. "I don’t think that would be a terrifically brilliant idea."

Sebastian’s jaw clenched tightly. "Okay."

Episode Fifty-Two: If I Wanted To