Helpless by H. Ward Page B

company that had an office in New York City, so I was very young when we moved there.  I lived in America until I finished high school, then I finished college in Germany.  As a German citizen, I took advantage of their free tuition.”
                  “What do you do and where do you live now?” 
                  He took a sip of his drink and made a show of setting it down.  “I rent out a little apartment in Berlin right now.  But I am setting up my own company here in London.  I will most likely be moving here soon.”
                  “What kind of company?”
                  “Oh, a venture capital company, I’m going to invest in two different young startups, and see where they go.”
                  “So there’s risk involved?”
                  “Sure, but I have enough divested that I’ll never be in real danger.”
                  I think that this is a little vague, but I’m not at all interested in business anyway.  At least now I have found out a little about his background.  I look down and see I have actually finished my fries.  I hear a chuckle.  I think I am growing to like that chuckle.  He doesn’t smile big and fake with that low laugh, but his eyes crinkle up and I can feel the positive energy coming off of him with the sound of the chuckle.  It makes me smile back at him.  I can’t stop it.  I guess my cold supermodel persona is totally trashed by this big, understated guy.
                  “See?  I knew you needed to fuel up before we went on.”  He tossed some money over the check and scooted back in his chair and then held out his hand to help me to my feet.  “Where to now?”
                  “There are two places a big-eyed tourist just has to go: Madame Tussauds’ Wax Museum and Big Ben!”  I am surprised at the enthusiasm in my voice. 
                  “Then let us commence the silly sight-seeing!”  He also sounded enthusiastic.  Off we went.  The afternoon flew by at just those two spots.  We made lots of fun of the wax figures and they really were eerily life-like.  We decided to take another guided tour, this time of Big Ben so as to get the full story.  I joked that he was wasting his money on entertaining me since he was forced to buy tickets to the guided tours for his own tour guide.  I got a cute shrug and an arm around my shoulders for that. 
                  Finally the sun is setting and the lights are winking and sparkling on over the city.  We are sitting on a bench watching the sky turn to a light purple.  Jason’s arm is slung lightly over my shoulder.  I tuck one leg under me and lean into his solid side.  I think again how he is different than the other guys I spend time with.  I would never call him handsome, yet he is not ugly.  I never would have picked him as a boyfriend, yet I feel safer leaning against him than ever before.  I don’t really have a stellar record on normal boyfriends anyway, so something I am doing is not right.  I tried to have two ‘normal’ relationships.  Both ended with the guy sleeping around on me and I had to kick them out before the press got ahold of any story like that.  Neither lasted longer than two months. 
                  Like in the car ride, we are both sitting here watching people stroll by and are silent.  Silent but comfortable.  A totally new thing for me.  By now it is obvious that I am just never still and rarely alone. 
                  “I know it is a bit early, but I think it’s dinner time.  We have long ago walked off our lunch, don’t you think?”
                  “I do.”
                  “Well, let’s pop over to Cay Tre Soho, I’m sure you like Vietnamese; and it will fit in with you trying to eat like a bird.  You can feel good about your heavy meal being lunch and being