“So what are we going to do?” she asks. “We act like nothing's wrong until we have more information. She could be pregnant, so we have to tread lightly.” “Oh s**t, I forgot about that. Damn it, why does it never stop? Why can't the crazies just leave us alone?” she says, sighing. “I think I may be a magnet for crazies. It all started when I met you. So I guess that makes you the OG.” I say with a smirk and she gasps dramatically.
“I will have you know, I am not crazy. I am unique. I am special. I am an acquired taste meant for a refined pallet such as yours. I have just the right amount of ‘je ne sais quoi’ and perfection. But most importantly, I am just me,” she says and snaps her fingers. I snap mine too and we both laugh.
“I see someone's been to a poetry evening at the pub.” I say
