Distance / / z.m.

Thirteenth Phone Call.

"I feel like I talk about myself too much."

"because you ways have the best stories."

"maybe so, but that's not a good enough excuse. you doing alright, love?

"I'm really good, Z.

"how come?"

"uh, do you remember that guy from the bakery downtown? the kid that bags the bagels for people."

"the new one? yeah, sure. what about him?"

" I dunno. I'm kind of- I guess im kind of seeing him now. not like I was before, but like boyfriend/ girlfriend type seeing him."

"oh."

"oh?"

"I didn't mean it like oh. i mean it like- i'm happy for you, Lennon."

"then how come you sound so-"

"how long?"

"not long- a couple weeks. we went on a long car ride for our first date."

"Long car ride? Like a dog?"

"Shut up, you know i love car rides."

"I do."

"Yeah."

"I, uh, I'm happy for you."

"Thanks."