Jess and Martin Walked Through the Arcade, Half Naked, Bathed in Neon

Martin and I sat there like that, making useless, quiet jokes until Jess turned the lights off. He ran his vacuum cleaner over the more obvious parts of the arcade. We didn't go all the way to 100. Wouldn't give the sonars that. Our bare thighs were touching, our faces were hardening into the floor. And we just listened to our heartbeats drum down slower and slower. Then to each other's sobs become normal breathing, normal enough.