the progress project [3]

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yuli

"this is a movie," the girl says, staring at yuli in disbelief. "i mean, this only happens in movies. there is no way that this is real and that i got so drunk that i don't remember sleeping with the most intriguing girl that i have ever met, and— why did i drink so much? jeez."

"not beautiful or sexy?" the younger girl asks. "but intriguing. hm. is that a compliment?"

the stranger's face turns red, and immediately she stumbles for words. "no. i mean yes! you're beautiful and sexy, but if we had... if we had sex, i think i'd like to remember it."

"maybe later. merry christmas, by the way," yuli says with a slight smirk, popping four pieces of toast in the toaster.

"shit."

"i'm yuli."

"that's cool," the girl grabs her purse and jacket, racing to the door. "i have to go. bye, yuli!"

yuli hears her escape into the hallway and down the stairs, a sigh escaping her lips.

merry christmas.