Swim...Conversations

Lap after lap he swam, struggling not to check too often to see if she was watching. Gliding through and pulling, allowing his slim figure to slide gracefully and rapidly through the water, flipping at the wall. Being alone in the pool at this time of day was not rare. 10am on a Weekday, even the housewives were either asleep or busy feeding their children. This means that from about 10 to 11 or so the pool was usually empty, allowing him to swim. Lap after lap, knowing that she had no choice but to watch. A twinge of guilt sprang through him realizing that he would have been extremely pissed by a single lap swimmer for an hour on a daily basis. But she never complained.

“Are you from here?: she inquired at the end of a set. He was out of breathe but he pushed off the wall and slid down the wall towards her guard stand.

“Excuse me?” he inquired, she repeated herself readily, a strong accent made it difficult to understand at times, a fact she seemed to have accepted graciously. “No, not originally, but I have lived in this area for five or six years now.”

“I see”... Pleasant, educated, and casual, conversation was hard to come by. And he talked to her for several hours whiling away the time until he had to leave to work. Learning her name, about her family, which she missed very much, her asshole ex-boyfriend, whom she did not miss. She was a law student, two years his senior, granting a glance into the life of another universe, a life of adult-hood.

“You will return tomorrow?” He replied with a small smile, a look in her eyes slightly longer than casual, and a promise to return the next day at 10. He was late 5 minutes the next day, and he was greeted with mock anger, and a CD full of music to listen to while they sat by the pool wasting the hours till once again he had to leave .