Bryan
"Let’s make a video for Funsta,” I say cheerfully a few minutes later while I drive Page to her new home, and I take my phone out to do exactly that.
Truthfully, I am not in a camera sort of mood, but it is awkward right now and we still have another ten minutes to go. The woman is quiet except when she mumbles to herself- it's not the muttering that has me uneasy but the conversation she seems to be having.
Like an actual conversation! As if someone is speaking to her.
‘Creepy.’
That and the fact that she keeps pulling the coat around her tighter as if she is freezing and the sun is out and about. My A.C. is off and windows are down, so yeah- go figure.
“Listen, Flamboyant,” she rounds her neck towards me and I still my movement.
Flamboyant, I am not. Stylish, yes. Cl
