the text lights up the screen of your cellphone as you sit, feet propped on your coffee table, sprawled out across your sofa in the midday sunshine. there’s something mindless playing on the TV that you’ve long since lost interest in, and at the prospect of food your stomach reminds you it’s been a good couple of hours since you’ve eaten.
it’s from eren, the guy you’ve been hooking up with for the past couple of weeks; a friend of a friend of a friend who you saw at too many parties and found way too pretty to complain when you inevitably ended up on his lap with his tongue down your throat on a lumpy sofa in a frat house basement.
