Scorecards on the fridge. Marks for height, exit time, whether they made tea. Last night’s got a 6. Harsh but fair.
Tag: Mia
Red wine, someone else’s jacket, and a dent I cannot explain to the landlord. We flipped the cushion. Classic.
For my “un-birthday”. He was late, polite, and ended up drinking our wine. I tipped him in leftover pizza.
Daylight through the curtains they forgot to close. Someone ordered more drinks like time wasn’t real. It wasn’t.