![]() (I haven’t shared this theory with anyone, because most people are quite narrow-minded, I find. Although I know he can’t see me, I have this very slight theory that you can somehow convey emotions through your phone. I eye-roll very deliberately towards the phone. After consideration I have decided our relationship is not something I can continue with. One of my major rules of life is: you should listen to your body. My stomach cringes at the very thought, which is a sign. What does he have to say? Does he want another date? Yikes. They drone on about themselves and their brilliant achievements and as you’re paying your half they ask as an afterthought, ‘What do you do, again?’ But Seth stared at me silently with his close-set eyes while I babbled nervously about the butternut-squash soup. The one who said nothing, the whole evening. What?īut as I take out my phone, I see that it’s from Seth, the guy I had a date with last week. – A celebrity just tweeted something I need to see. ![]() – Someone sent me flowers and my neighbour took them in. – My doctor was looking back through my notes. ![]() – I was witness to a crime and now I need to give very specific, detailed evidence about something I can’t remember. – I’m late for an appointment I’d forgotten about. As I reach for the doorbell, my phone bleeps with a text and my head instantly fills with a roll call of possibilities. ![]()
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