“You haven’t been answering my texts,” Kafka points out, cross-legged on the couch. “I miss you.”

She’s showed up at your place again without warning. She likes to check up on you. And she texts you. A lot. Most of the time it’s flirty messages. Whether you reply or not, Kafka is just happy you haven’t blocked her number yet. Not that that would stop her from contacting you, but still.

Kafka doesn’t care if she looks pathetic. She’s wholeheartedly unashamed of how much she wants you.