The Lies We Loved
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She looked at me, her eyes lingering on my bare chest and then the coffee in my hand and exhaled like this was the final straw in a life she didn't sign up for.
"You drank my coffee."
I raised the mug slightly. "Good morning to you too."
"That was La Cabra. Imported. Limited batch. I was saving it."
"I can see why," I said, taking another sip. "It's criminal how fucking good this is."
Her eyes narrowed. "Who even are you?"
"Severin," I said, smiling. "Seven." I nodded "Sev, if you're in a hurry." I shrugged.
"I'm in a lot more than a hurry," she snapped. "You're the guy Amanda brought home last night?"
"I must be." I leaned against the counter, lazy grin still in place. "You always greet her guests with this much charm, or am I just special?"
She didn't laugh. Not fully. But her jaw twitched like she wanted to.
"I've had 3 strangers in this apartment just this week," she said, striding past me. "You're number four. And the only one who had the audacity to drink my entire week's worth of sanity."
I watched her move, precise and controlled, like every second counted.
"Well," I said, "If it helps, I'm not like the others."
She snorted. "You all say that."
"No, really. I'm worse. I quote poetry when I'm drunk and sleepwalk through existential crises."
******
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