❝ i’ve been waiting for someone like you. ❞ (for Cathy ?????)
the story of my life
“What’s that supposed to mean? Someone like me?” She sits up a little straighter and smooths her hair before tucking it behind her ear. “Blonde, an actress, someone from Jersey? Mike, what does it mean to be like me?” Cathy only shakes her head, lips pursed into a line before smiling, albeit a little forcibly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t–I shouldn’t ask questions. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the night, yeah? That’s probably for the best. No more...that.”















