This is not my job.
I get that, and I’m sorry if
I offended you.
But you have to admit
tonight has been awkward.
I just thought maybe starting fresh
another day—might help.
That’s all.
Lyric’s eyes are closed
and she’s taking deep, long breaths.
We sit in silence for a beat
and I watch as her shoulders lower.
Her fists unclench.
When she finally looks at me
all the rageis gone from her eyes.
Instead I see something else:
heaviness.
Look—I may have overreacted,
she says.I’ve got a lot going on right now.
I think I’m just tired.
Worked late yesterday
and my head is all foggy.
Let’s just call it a night.
We can reevaluate
this whole thing tomorrow.
Do you at least want to get some hot cocoa?
My treat?I try.
No, thanks,
Lyric says, standing up fast.
Can you just take me home
