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Sonya is lying on her bed, a wet towel resting across her forehead, trying to erase a horrible headache. Film is sitting across the room, shirtless, scrolling mindlessly through her phone.
"Can you at least tell her I was too drunk?"
Sonya groans softly.
"I wasn’t serious. I’m sorry."
Film doesn’t even look up.
"Why should I? You have her Insta. And of course you were serious. You were dead serious."
Sonya groans louder.
"I know. That’s what’s killing me. Oh my God. I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe you actually let me do that. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"With me? Sonya, I wasn’t even around."
"What are you talking about? You were with me!"
"Babe, I… left you alone for like five seconds and that’s when you…"
"Don’t even say it."
"Okay… calm down. This isn’t a big deal. She’ll forget about it. Just let it be."
"I can’t. And of course she’ll forget about me and that SUCKS because I really like her and she’s your freaking friend and I literally told her, what? What did I tell her again? I’m so sorry."
"Mmm… I think it was something like: “I’ve had a crush on you since 2019.”
Sonya sits up so suddenly that Film drops her phone and grabs the edge of the chair. Her scream is so high it makes Film shudder.
"Oh my God. No. No. Tell me I didn’t do that."
But Film doesn’t move. She doesn’t even blink. Sonya covers her burning cheeks with both hands and collapses back onto the bed, legs shaking.
"I’m insane. She must think I’m insane, right? This is crazy, I’m crazy, we don’t even talk! We haven’t seen each other in... In how long? How long? Like a year?"
"You saw her at my birthday last year. Come on, Son, it’s not that terrible if you think about it. Now maybe… you can make your move."
"I don’t… I can’t… I mean, I just..."
"I know. You just broke up with your ex and it’s messy and..."
"I wasn’t going to say that. I haven’t even thought about him in months…"
"It’s okay if you do."
"But I don’t. It’s just… this is weird. I was weird. And she is so beautiful. I don’t want to scare her."
"You didn’t. Calm down. It’s fine."
"Well… I guess we won’t see her again, right?"
"Well… actually…"
The phone rings, like this is part of a really cheap rom-com. Film answers without even looking at Sonya. Sonya grips the sheets with all her strength and holds her breath.
Then she hears, with absolute horror:
"Oh, hi Lookmhee. We were just talking about you."