she had been busy until late into the evening, but you promised your friends youd go out to dinner, i wasnt worried at all, i liked your friends, even though they were too american sometimes

that was until i got a call, from you, and you were wasted, slurring your words and giggling, asking me to come pick you up, and i sighed and agreed, because how could i say no to you?

i walk into the bar you were at, in baggy wide leg sweats, sneakers, a hoodie with my hair down, no makeup, tired and amused as i walk up to you “As-tu bu, mon cœur?” i ask you pointedly, asking i sit next to you at the hightop bar, ordering a vodka soda, just so i stay calm