Two girls I didn’t know asked why I was in last night’s dress at 8am. I told them. They bought my coffee. Community.
Tag: morning
I Came Back For Round Two
Same night. Same man. Different room because the first one had his flatmate snoring. Efficiency.
He Asked To Stay Over
They always ask once the lights are off. I said yes because the alternative was the night bus and I’m not a masochist. Sophie heard the kettle at 6.
Voice Note Hit The Group
Meant for Mia. Landed in the flat chat. Full recap of who did what in the disabled loo at Fabric. Sophie reacted with a single thumbs-down. Silence after that.
He Was The Photographer
Worked the door at a private members thing in Mayfair, then somehow ended up in my kitchen at five. Mia took a photo. I told her to delete it. She didn’t.
He Left His Watch Behind
Look, I only noticed at noon. Nice watch too. Sophie clocked it before I did and now the whole flat wants a name, a rating, and whether he’s coming back for it.
Afters With No Speakers
Ended up in a warehouse kitchen in Hackney Wick, twelve people, one Bluetooth dying, someone’s Deliveroo arriving at 6am. I still call it a party. Sophie calls it a cry for help.
Walk Of Pride In Daylight
No jacket. His socks. Sunglasses I found in the Uber. A woman with a pram looked at me like I’d invented sin. Morning.
He Brought A Toothbrush
That’s when I knew he’d decided this was more than afters. I hadn’t. I let him stay anyway because the lighting in my room is flattering at 8am and I’m weak.
I Went Back For Keys
Left them in his jacket on purpose. Went back at noon looking wrecked on purpose. He made coffee. I took the keys and a photo of his bookshelf for the blog. Efficient.