Footsie 2

Footsie installment two. Aidra walks into India’s place expecting the son but gets India instead. Living room silence thick enough to choke on. India finally pipes up: “You’re no good for him.” She lays it all out—tells Aidra she zones out, doesn’t really see the boy, and maybe the real magnet isn’t the son at all. India leans in, eyes sharp. “It’s these, isn’t it?” She lifts a foot, wiggles toes. Aidra swears she finds them ugly, but her eyes refuse to look anywhere else. India smirks, keeps pushing until the truth cracks out of Aidra: yeah, she loves them. India slides the foot closer, crooks a finger. Aidra gives up, reaches out, fingers trembling as they meet warm skin.