i don't think i've ever written anything that embodies aoife more perfectly.
One night, she gets bold. Her laptop in the hotel lobby. We’re never having sex again. You know that, right?
Hahahaha. An enter key.
Sure.
I don’t know what you’re hoping for, talking to me.
I like talking to you.
I’ve always liked talking to you.
Jesus.
You think you’re smooth?
I remember you being smoother. She should think more about this. Quickly hits send before she can.
With some things.
He takes a minute to answer. Now, look who’s flirting.
She shuts the screen of her laptop. Will certainly not tell Melanie.
It’s the danger of it. That feeling in her stomach. Not a little fish anymore.
And, maybe, so what? This is her life. She can choose how to live it. She’s allowed to knowingly drive herself at full speed into a concrete wall for the second time if she wants to.