Fallen Woman[ON HOLD]

xix

dear reader

this is my nineteenth week in grad school and i'm under the weather. 

oliver took me on a date last night. 

we went to play blowing. 

and after a nice meal, we visited his home town.

which was a little outside of New York. 

he showed me his favourite places. 

telling me stories from his childhood. 

with and without his father. 

on the way back, we were caught up in the rain.

deciding to wait for it to end.

on the side of the road.

oliver: are you feeling any better today?

me: no, i had a fever this morning

oliver: that sucks, i'm so sorry liv

me: for what? for wooing me or getting me sick while you were at it?

oliver: both i guess

me: well, at least you admit it

oliver: did it work? the wooing?

me: maybe a little

oliver: then i still have some of my game left

me: oh, it is a game for you?

oliver: not near it!

me: good to know, otherwise i would kick your ass!

oliver: i wouldn't risk for it

me: your ass?

oliver: no, your heart

me: oh, right!