"Aw, shit I'm sorry, Liss. Was trying to wipe something off your nose there."
"You fucking punched me, Fredrick! What in the literal mother-FUCK!"
"Yeah, I mean, aw crap. I'm real sorry, Liss."
She's shaking her head pretty hard, oh damn. Ok I can come back from this.
"Like, damn. Really screwed that up, eh?" She's not laughing. Ok, try again. "Let me try again."
"NO! Jesus, no, Fred, quit reaching for my face, you ass. What are you even trying to wipe off?" She wipes it away - damn.
"Oh, well, darn, well it's gone. It was just a drop."
Why isn't she reacting. Say something! SOMETHING!
"Yeah, well just a drop, Liss. That's all it was, y'know I've b-"
"You interrupted and punched me to wipe a drop of fucking sweat from my nose? Jesus. Were you even listening to me?"
Ok I think I'm reading her wrong - she looks mighty mean.
"Well, yeah... It's cute - I was trying to be, but you, too, y'know?"
"Y'know what? Huuuh. I don't know, it doesn't matter anymore. I've got to get back to work, but think about what I said, I guess. I just don't know how much longer I can let it go. Ok?"
She wants me to say it back, but it's not ok. Oh, fuck she's just leaving.
"I-I just, y'know-"
"Listen, I said what I wanted to, it was a lot, I know. Just... process. Ok? I really have to go." Fuckfuckfuck. "Ok?"
"Ok." Wait! No, damn, no that's not - oh Liss don't go! I didn't hear what you said! I was distracted! Just say it one more time, please! I suck! I suck I suck I suck!
"Ugh." Fuck sandwiches.