For what it’s worth, I don’t mind your oversharing. It makes you human.
I watch the message send and immediately regret the wordhuman. What else is she going to be? Too late now.
Nothing.
Two minutes pass. Then three.
I try again.
Me
Also, if you don’t feel like cooking later and want some proper food, I’m happy to send something over. No expectations. You’d just need to tell me where “over” is.
I put the phone down and tell myself that’s enough.
It buzzes a few minutes later.
Chloe
I cannot believe I’m saying this.
But I would like to formally apologise for my entire personality over the last twenty minutes.
Peri-menopause is turning me into a walking public service announcement and I am deeply sorry you were within virtual range.
Food would be… very welcome.
There’s a pause. Then:
This does not mean anything. It just means I am hungry and weak.
Then, finally:
1 Attwood Crescent
Flat 3B
CA20FF
I don’t overplay it. I don’t tease. I don’t comment on the address beyond what matters.
Me
Apology accepted. Entire personality included.
And hunger is a perfectly valid reason for most decisions.
Chloe
That feels like a dangerous philosophy.
Me
I’m a chef. It’s practically doctrine.
Chloe
What are you sending?
