As they walked away, Mitchell spoke under his breath, saying, “I’m telling you, dude. It would be better if she were an alien. Less baggage.”
“Will you give it up?” Jason replied, wanting him to be serious. Jason understood a little of what Lily must be feeling, lost and alone in a strange city on the other side of the world. She probably did feel a little alien, although not in the extraterrestrial sense of the word.
Jason remembered how he’d felt when he’d visited Seoul. It was the little things that gave a feeling of dissonance, things you wouldn’t normally think twice about. Sure, he figured, there were the obvious cultural differences like the ceramic squat toilets in the rural areas, but even seeing something as benign as a stop sign with both Korean and English written on it had been strangely unsettling. He could speak fragments of Korean, but couldn’t read anything, leaving him feeling bewildered. At the time, he felt like he was on another planet.
There had been all the usual fast food restaurants in Seouclass="underline" McDonalds, Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken. And they carried all the same staple items on their menus, but there were also offerings that catered to local palates: Korean fried chicken with soy sauce, Teriyaki McBurger and sweet potato pizza. Technically, there was nothing wrong with the combinations and flavors, they were just different, and that difference reinforced the sense of alienation for him. Jason supposed Lily was struggling with similar subtleties, things he’d overlook. So many things that seemed natural to him must have been jarring for her.
“Hey,” Mitch said as they walked up to the 7-11. “Where the hell’s a hot dog stand when you need one?”
“They must have converged on the docks for the fireworks,” Jason replied.
The 7-11 had the usual array of junk food, with bags of potato chips and candy bars along with ramen noodles and milk, but there was nothing of any real substance. Mitchell bought some shriveled hot dogs in buns that looked like they were made from compressed cardboard. Jason smothered the hot dogs in ketchup and mustard, vainly hoping to impart some flavor. They walked back to the intersection with sauce dripping on the pavement behind them.
Lily was still pacing.
Jason handed her a hot dog and a can of Pepsi.
“Oh, this smells wonderful,” she said, looking at the brilliant reds and yellows drowning the long, thin dog and soaking into the white bread.
“New York’s finest,” Jason replied, laughing.
Mitchell coughed into a closed fist, blurting out a muffled, “Bullshit.”
Helena laughed as well. The four of them sat on the hard concrete, leaning up against the brickwork of an old building as they ate their dinner on the street corner. They could have crossed the road and gone up to his apartment, but sitting there felt right, as though they were providing solidarity in support of Lily.
“Hmm,” Lily said between bites. “This is good.”
Helena looked at Jason as she said, “No cheap dates, right? Promise me. You have got to take this girl to a real restaurant. Somewhere like Cipriani’s or 21 Club. Don’t be a tight ass.”
“I promise,” Jason replied as the setting sun cast long dark shadows down the poorly lit alleyways. Helena had expensive tastes, but she was right. Lily should see the finer side of town. 7-11 didn’t cut it.
The streetlights came on, but the dark clouds rolling in overhead looked ominous.
“What’s the weather forecast?” Mitchell asked.
“It’s supposed to be nice,” Helena replied.
“So are we going to the fireworks?” Mitchell asked.
“He’s like a little kid,” Helena said, talking to Lily. “It helps if you humor him.”
Lily smiled, saying, “Fireworks would be fun, wouldn’t they?”
“Yes,” Jason replied, noticing her smile seemed forced.
“There’s a bus due soon,” Helena said.
“We could walk,” Mitchell replied. “It’s only about four blocks.”
“You could walk,” Helena replied curtly. “Some of us are in heels.”
A few minutes later, a bus pulled up at the stop outside the 7-11. Mitchell and Helena climbed the steps, swiping their transport cards and laughing as they moved down the bus to a bunch of empty seats near the back.
Jason swiped his card and fumbled with his wallet.
“Exact change only,” the driver stated.
Jason gave up counting quarters and handed the driver a five dollar note, saying, “Keep the change.”
He took Lily’s hand and led her down the bus. Even though she’d agreed to go to the fireworks, he could tell she longed to stay, and he half felt as though he should respect that and just return to his apartment to wait for her dad. And yet, there was no guarantee her father would show. How long could this go on? Lily had to have family back in South Korea she could call. And what would happen once she found her father, he wondered. At the moment, theirs was a relationship of circumstance, and not even a relationship, really.
Jason knew the stats. He’d been backpacking in Canada and had met people he thought he’d be friends with for the rest of his life. They’d swear they’d stay in contact. They’d exchange addresses, emails and even link up online, but in the end, they drifted away from each other as there was no bond, no common link between them, no basis for their friendship other than a chance meeting. Jason hated to think Lily would be the same, but he knew that was the most likely outcome. Oh, she’d tell her friends and family about her adventures in the Big Apple, she might even chat with him online once or twice, but before much time had passed they’d forget about each other and be strangers again.
The bus pulled away from the curb as he grabbed a handrail to steady himself and headed down the aisle. Lily seemed to fall further behind as the bus lurched on through the lights.
“Hey, guys!” Mitchell cried with his irrepressible smile, drumming his hands on the seat in front of him and signaling for Jason and Lily to sit down. “What do you say we hit a few bars afterwards, maybe a nightclub or two?”
Mitchell was up against the window, with Helena sitting on the aisle. Jason slipped into the seat in front of Mitchell, with Lily sitting beside him, although she didn’t move up next to him, keeping one leg in the aisle. She was in two minds about the fireworks, that was obvious, and the idea of partying into the early hours of the morning didn’t seem to appeal to her. Helena sensed it too.
“It’ll be fun,” she said, reaching forward and massaging Lily’s shoulders. Jason understood what Helena was trying to do, she was trying to help Lily relax. But Jason had a fair idea unwelcome contact would do more to upset Lily than to help. He felt much the same way about well meaning but uninvited contact. As he expected, Lily pulled away, leaning forward slightly. Helena took the hint and pulled her hands back.
The bus pulled up to another stop and an elderly man sitting across from them got up and left by the rear doors.
Lily mumbled, “I can’t do this. I can’t leave my father.”
A police car raced past with its lights flashing and its siren blaring.
Jason barely realized what was happening next. He was distracted by the police cruiser and the flickering blue and red lights lighting up the neighborhood. Suddenly, he realized Lily was gone. The rear door of the bus closed and the bus pulled away into the street again, leaving Lily standing on the sidewalk.
“No,” he cried, jumping out of his seat and running to the door.
The bus continued to accelerate.
“Stop the bus!” he cried, striking the door with his palm.
“Next stop’s a hundred yards down the road,” the driver called out, making eye contact with him in his rear-view mirror.
“Let me off,” Jason yelled, again striking the glass in the door panels with the flat of his hand.