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: overthinking
The performance drops in the back seat. Makeup in the window. Feet wrecked. I replay the exit I missed and still call it fun anyway.
Unavailable is not mysterious. It is unpaid labour I do in my head. If he wanted to, that message would already be sitting right there.
It is a trick. If I look busy and shiny, rejection cannot land. Then I am on the sofa checking he viewed the story again.