“Kind of hard to believe anyone could ever find that annoying,” Augustus said after a while.
“People always get used to beauty, though.” “I haven’t gotten used to you just yet,” he answered, smiling.
I felt myself blushing. “Thank you for coming to Amsterdam,” he said.
“Thank you for letting me hijack your wish,” I said. “Thank you for wearing that dress which is like whoa,” he said.
I shook my head, trying not to smile at him. I didn’t want to be a grenade.
But then again, he knew what he was doing, didn’t he? It was his choice, too.
“Hey, how’s that poem end?” he asked. “Huh?” “The one you recited to me on the plane.”
“Oh, ‘Prufrock’? It ends, ‘We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.’”
Augustus pulled out a cigarette and tapped the filter against the table. “Stupid human voices always ruining everything.”
The waiter arrived with two more glasses of champagne and what he called “Belgian white asparagus with a lavender infusion.”
“I’ve never had champagne either,” Gus said after he left. “In case you were wondering or whatever. Also, I’ve never had white asparagus.”
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