You were speaking with your friend about how the guy you’re talking to doesn’t put in effort, & how you never feel like you’re enough, especially in relationships.

“I wanna be someone’s first choice..” you spoke with a sigh towards the end.

“Yeah?” he paused. “You are.”

“No.. I- i know what you’re saying.” you said looking somewhat sad. “I’m not his first choice.”

Price looked down at his lap before meeting your eyes again. “Maybe you’re someone’s first choice.”