I barely shut the door. They wanted job, bill, and whether he sulked after. Dating is public now. The jury lives in a WhatsApp thread.
Tag: breakfast
The walk of no shame used to feel like power. Lately it just feels like I am frightened of breakfast. That is a different story.
We swap memes and late voice notes. Nobody asks what this is. The talking stage is just two people auditioning without agreeing the job exists.
I can do no-strings. I am genuinely good at it. Then someone makes tea properly and I invent a whole future they never once offered.