“he’s preoccupied with his own ideas. we talk once a week. he’s not here. he asks about you. a lot actually…”
she said, taking another sip.
“you can say his name. he’s not listening. he doesn’t know i’m here. it was my idea to meet.”
she said, twirling the alcohol in her glass. it’s not like she could get drunk. not anymore.
“i can’t. that is why we need to enjoy this moment for as long as we can. you’ve been surviving i see.”
she said, sitting on the counter nonchalantly.