“the guy was going out in.. january. i looked at the phone book i think bukkake or something.. i met a guy that i dated for a month—part of the reason was because i liked his last name so you’d get married and fall in love? yes.. and take his name forever.. it’s so stupid my mom is going to call me wait i have a text from him… of course close to me yes hannah i mean she was you know what i have my dad’s..she’s just.. WHY? it’s not like it’s close. that’s so wierd….”
a homeless man sleeps peacefully, unaffected by several disgusted stares leveled in his direction.
“do you know how lucky all of your boyfriends are? because all they have to remember is the year you were born. yes it’s that. i think that if she had started dating you. dating you… what? kind of wanting to. hello? no. i can’t do it. uh-huh. everyone falls asleep.. like i mean, like, i want to meet him.. i just don’t want to get together. she’ll ask like if she’s going to introduce if he’s a friend or if it’s someone you’re interested in. like right now yeah, yeah, i totally remember it. it was like me and you and my family and you and rachel and emma. uh, huh, huh. really? yeah. and then, and then, she comes home from my mother’s house and…”
a fly desperately attempts escape through a pane of glass, smashing into it over and over and over…
“i’m like yeah, anna, she likes to, he, yeah… i mean yeah. there’s like she’s very i have these pictures of us we’re sitting in the starbucks. she has her hot chocolate we have the exact same expression we are like looking at something, everything on our face is exactly the same, it’s interesting”
“uh-huh.”
a barista swats the fly with a rolled-up magazine. eyeing the homeless man for a moment, she shrugs and returns to work.
