It was that one day that felt like summer in the middle of the endless rain. The kids on the subway were bursting out of themselves. A curvy girl in jeans and a skinny boy in school uniform trousers were sparring around the vertical pole, daring each other to take off articles of clothing, pretending that they might. She offered a seated boy a lap dance. He tentatively accepted, knowing there’s a catch here somewhere. She laughed at him, “No way!”
“I bet you all choke your chickens every single night,” she laughed again.
“What about you, huh?” Ventured the boy she refused to dance for.
“Not me, no way. I’d never do that.”
“Never say never,” said the skinny boy.
“That one I’m sure. Never.”
Then a boy who had been silent through all this said, “You’re what, 16? Say you live to be 90. It’s statistically impossible in all those years you’d never.”
“Statistics is for white people,” she spat back.