scene on a balcony.

“I’m up to my neck in all this single-girl bullshit,” she says.

“Me too,” he replies. He sips his drink and watches two cars pass below. The sound is tidal. “But I’ll tell you, it won’t help matters any when I sleep with you.”

“It’ll help some matters. Not others.”

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