One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
no i haven't really read anything
whats your name?
ion
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.
its good
what do you mean
sorry i am texting like a slav
its good short few pages
no like which do people call me
like first name
plato
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato