Dylan:Fine. But when this goes badly I'm blaming you
Dylan:Also her name is Jessica and she's perfect and I'm going to die
Kids. Fucking drama queens.
My phone buzzes.
Angel:Want to hear something true?
Always
Angel:I looked for you today
Angel:At the hospital
Angel:Every tall guy with dark hair made me stop
Angel:Which is insane since I don't even know what you look like
I can't breathe. Can't think. Can't—
I know what you look like now, Angel. You're perfect
Three dots. Stop. Start. Stop.
Angel:How?
Does it matter?
Angel:Yes
Angel:No
Angel:Maybe
Angel:This is weird, right?
The weirdest
Angel:Want to stop?
No
Angel:Good
Angel:Because I have your voice notes saved in a password-protected folder labeled "Tax Documents 2019"
That's the least sexy folder name ever
Angel:That's the point, Diablo
This woman. Lena. This perfect disaster named Lena who saves lives in a van and comes to my voice in parking lots.
You're perfect
Angel:I'm a disaster
A perfect disaster
