Five

The third time I saw Platinum, he kicked my food and laid down on the splatter of stale salad dressing and half wilted leaves on the table. He was with his friends, presumably since they were laughing and kicking plates together. The streetside resto was a mess. Then for the second time in this lifetime, he looked at me with his varnish glazed eyes. He was smiling sadly and then patted my head. "You're tiny."