The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
isaac newton
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i understand
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
ion
sorry i am texting like a slav
yes
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
much more tactility
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
whats your name?