Jamie's Lucky Day

Lucky watched as Jamie transformed. Lucky looked down, almost ashamed that she spoke her words. Lucky swallowed hard.

"Well... I could get an apartment, you know? And... I could put everything in my name, so you wouldn't be attached to it at all. All I'd have to do is give you a key and you could do whatever you wanted..."

Lucky turned and looked at Jamie with pleading eyes. "I just want to see you be able to do more than just survive. Please don't hold that against me, Jamie-san."

Jamie's breathing was heavy and erratic, like she couldn't decide whether to hold her breath. Her eyes wandered slightly back and forth, softening the severity of her gaze, while she struggled to navigate the situation.

"Why?" She said, shaking her head. "What's it to you what I do? Why is it so important that I live in some house? I do what I want. Whatever I want. And what would you do once I was in there, huh?"

"That wouldn't change." Lucky pleaded. "You could still do whatever you want, when you want. It's just... If you really like this place and don't want to leave, wouldn't you want to... put down some roots?"

Lucky lowered her head. "I know we're far apart here, Jamie-san. You can't understand why I would just do something like that for no reason. I can't understand why you would want to live the life you do..."

Lucky sighed. "I'm sorry, Jamie-san... I've been insensitive, haven't I?"

Jamie glanced around, first at her rollerblades, and thought to run away. But then she looked at all the spray paint on the ground, and knew she wouldn't be able to carry all of it. She would have to load it back into the bags, and if she took the time to do that then it wouldn't be a clean getaway.

She avoided looking at Lucky. She wished she wasn't there, or that she had never said anything at all. She didn't say a word in response, and after a moment she went back to her carefully considered graffiti. Maybe if she just ignored Lucky, she could keep the spray paint, and avoid having to deal with... what she said.

Sometimes Jamie did want things, and she got so tired of running away and never having anything.

Lucky watched as Jamie seemed to just go back to what she was doing as if there had been no conversation between them. She furrowed her brow but instead of pressing the issue, she turned back to the wall herself.

Lucky meticulously finished writing her name in Japanese. She took a step back. Not half bad, even though all she did was write her name. That was probably why it wasn't horrible.

With a nod, she wrote her name in English underneath.

"LUCKY"

Not quite as good as the Japanese. Luck tilted her head. It needed something. Lucky set her can down and sloped away to grab some more, without saying a single word.