Friday at 5.

"I don't want to force the issue, though I'm open to it, and on one hand I feel like our conservations are just intensifying our feelings... but, you shy away from it whenever it comes up and I understand that, because, besides, well you were angry at me, but usually, we have... an amazing connection... right?"

"Yes." I smiled.

"I mean we talk to each other, and it's great, and I'm... I look forward to talking to you... I'm happy to talk to you, so..."

"Me too."

"I forgot what it was like, to talk like this."

"I never knew what it was like... to talk like this."

"That's why I hope you can... forgive some of that anger, self-directed or at me..."

"I hope you can forgive me for throwing things at you."

"It wasn't at me, it was at the wall?"

"Well there were two things..."

"No, just the hair-tie?"

"Okay, just the hair-tie."

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"I have your movie but I left it in my car.. if you're going next door anyway and want to wait like an hour--"

"Yeah--"

"I can trade you-"

"Did you want another filthy Table Top coffee?"

"Oh, you don't- okay.."

"Ah, cream no sugar?"

"Yes."

"Okay. See you at six fifty-two..."

"Scarlet-"

"What?"

"Um, I don't know."

"No?"

"Nope."

"'Kay."

"Okay."

"See you in-"

"Bye."