"I’m not some naive fool that thinks this is destiny or whatever. But I guess there’s some reason behind this. I mean, our sex was pretty great, that has to count for something."
"Yeah, that might be it. So, Fred, why don’t you tell me about yourself?"
"I’m on it."
"So… why do you think we were paired together?"
"My intentions tell me we’re gonna need a whole lot more than a bottle of wine."
"Fine, let’s drink and then we’ll try to make the most of it. I don’t see why we shouldn’t at least attempt to… enjoy ourselves."
"Is this a joke?"
"This is what you get for trusting an anonymous source to set you up with someone. I made macarons and everything."
"Well, if it isn’t my favourite person."
"All stairs should be damn escalators."
"Agreed. Except, have you ever been up an escalator with sandals on? It’s a life or death experience."
Someone fixed the elevator? Sweet.
Finally! Taking the stairs was doing wonders to my legs, but not very good for my state of mind.
"Okay, I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt and make excuses for you but apparently I’m your last priority so it’s over. Good luck with York’s."
"… Goodbye Kathryn."
Were you eavesdropping on my phonecall?
I think there’s a fine line between eavesdropping and overhearing. I may just be at the limit. Sorry about that.