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after a few more days of not running into tim at any of the meetings i went to, i decided to just fucking text him already.

to: tim

hey TIM, it's rose from,
well you know you were there.
um i have a super awkward
and ugly question to ask...
but is my "lucky" bra still
at your place by any chance?
delivered

i re-read the texts ten times over before squinting my eyes shut and pushing send quickly.

"i'm so fucking awkward ew." i say staring at the now delivered message i sent.

i gasp when i see the text bubble appear just seconds after i sent the message.

ROSE. yes, "lucky" is here with me
at my place she seems to be doing
well but if you'd like to pick her up,
254 East 10th Street – 1C is my address.

i find myself chuckling over how he references to my bra as a "she."
i go to my google maps and paste his address into it. i immediately click the walking icon.
walking time: 10 minutes. so, in city terms we're practically neighbors.

good to know she's coping,
but i think it's time she come home
can i drop by in 10?
delivered

i dunno
can you?

oh my god goodbye
also yes i will be there in 10
okay for real now bye
delivered

:))

delicate. / timothée chalamet auWhere stories live. Discover now