" you want a glass of water, or something, before you go back to your place? "
they're both in her apartment, upper west side. he's stalled at a cluster of frames on one of the walls. this is as good a time as any. casually as she can muster: " this is going to sound -- super weird, but, ah, you are the spitting image of this kid i knew. way back in the day. like, it's creepy. "
her eyes flick down. she starts to busy her hands, unpacking groceries. " -- wish i knew what happened to him. he's gotta be, like, almost sixty, now, or something. " she looks up. her smile's warm and wan at the same time. " god, sorry. june. i'm june. thanks for your help bringing these up. "
june can't even remember the last time she had a guest at the house. beans, before she'd dumped her, probably, when they were single-digit children. (she started to ask ben. the whole stupid gender thing caused her to backpeddle and chicken out, even if neither of them think about each other that way.)
this is all part of danni's get june back on her feet plan. " so, you want to come over? just for dinner. "
I really hated this girl in my class and we kept exchanging notes with various threats of violence on them but then on a Zoom call I saw that she kept a bunch of them pinned on her wall with little hearts around them and I got the biggest crush on her after that.
she nudges his shoulder. in-between her index and middle finger, a seldom-shared recipe for chocolate babka on a piece of scrap paper – the exchange reminds her of high school.
my friend took this screenshot of me showing off my book collection and the bitrate dropped real bad here and i cant stop laughing at it. what the fuck