"I realized that I just kept talking about myself, Vincent, and everyone. But I don't know a thing about you. Can I get to know you?"
Fil and Jackson stared at each other, letting the breeze blow at them as silence set in. After a minute, the corner of his lips curled up.
"You want to get to know me?" he asked, and she nodded.
"Why? Don't you want me to?" she returned curiously. "Why are you laughing?"
"I just thought you'd never asked," he remarked. "All this time, I thought you were not that interested. Or perhaps my existence alone was interesting enough."
"I'm not looking for confirmation if you're a narcissist. I already know you are. But more like what do you do or something like that?"
"My job?"
"Not necessarily," she shrugged. "How about… hmm… how did you know Kim and Dustin?"
"Those two? Are you asking about me because you want to get to know me, or you're curious more about those two?"
