"I'm just a classic grade a fuck up" she said feeling hopeless.
He tucked a piece of straggling hair that was hanging out from her messy bun behind her ear.
"You're way more than that. Who cares if you are, that's not anyone's business."
"So you're saying I am?"
"My point is it doesn't matter everyone's a fuck up, you act like everyone else is perfect. Look at me, I'm a fucking pizza boy." He chuckles weakly still noticing the emptiness in her eyes.
