Balconial Conversations

7

"What happened to your face?"

"My ex-girlfriend punched me with a bottle of diet coke."

"Punched?"

"Well, backhanded. Smacked. Smashed."

"Did it shatter?"

"Yeah."

"What did you do?"

"I possibly dumped her over the answering machine and flirted with her best friend the next day?"

"You're an asshole."

"An aromantic asshole."

"Yeah. That too. I kind of hope those cuts get infected."

"I don't. Would you go to a therapist with a scarface?"

"You'll probably talk innocent people out of their marriages, anyway."

"Possibly. I'm more interested in innocently troubled youths."

"Teach them in your aromantic ways."

"Can we drop the aromantic thing?"

"Never."

"How was your day?"

"I worked with my lab partner. He thinks he wants to be my friend. He told me his brother lives in the building and can come to see me if I want when he visits him. I got a little confused on the pronouns, but whatever."

"What's his name?"

"Gabriel."

"Gabriel De Luca?"

"Yeah."

"That's my little brother."

"No way."

"Yes way."

"That's strange."

"Only a little."