"You can open them now."
Lauren was on the other side of the tub, facing me, both of her arms leaning at the edge.
"Why do I have to close my eyes though? Can't I see you naked?"
"I just thought that if you see me without clothes on now then you wouldn't stop yourself on fucking me. So yeah! We'll do that later. I just wanna relax for now. I haven't been in this tub for a long time."
"Wow okay." I said rolling my eyes at her. "So, you don't live here anymore?"
"Yes. I have my own place."
"Right. Uhm, Lauren?"
"Hmm?"
"Why do you have to hire someone to be your fake girlfriend?"
"I was tired of them asking, I just had to do it so they would shut up."
"Why don't you get a real one, instead?"
"I suck at relationships, Camila."
"I noticed."
"You bet your ass you do."
"Anyway, I lied."
"Yeah? That's what we've been doing for the rest of the night."
"No. Well, yeah. But I mean, well not really."
"You're rambling. Just say it."
"When your mother asked me on what my profession was, my answer was the truth."
"That you're a photographer."
"Yes."
"So you're saying you're not really a pick up girl?"
I nodded, Lauren looking at me with confusion in her face.
"Then what were you doing there?"
"I'm a blogger as well. I did it so I could write about how it would be one and post it there."
"You're aware that you're crazy, right?"
"Obviously. But yeah, I was so nervous last night while getting inside your car. I thought it's going to be a rich old man."
"You put your damn life in danger for that damn blog? Oh god, people these days really make bad decisions."
"I was trying to get out of my comfort zone and be-"
"You're fortunate that it was me."
"Wow. Really, huh?"
"Yes. Since you're about to have the best sex you could ever had?"
"I've never been with a woman before but-"
"Shh. Get your ass out of the tub, so we could finally get started."
