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"wait, so this has been happening for months?" catherine's eyes widened and a dry chuckle escaped her mouth from disbelief. "this is the same woman that is always preaching about loyalty to the friend group, but she's going behind her fiancés back and having a little fling with someone she barely met." nodding her head as she picked up her fork to take another bite of food. catherine thought the jokes wrote themselves at this point. "i hate to say it, but i'm not surprised. people who need to constantly prove themselves are only masking something. i feel bad for talking shit about our friend who's about to be married, but you know how much i hate cheaters and liars. dealing with that shit is not easy, at all."

given that raquel wasn't one to keep her mouth shut when she knew something, she had been anxiously waiting for catherine to make it into town so she could spill the tea. she knew what her friend had been through, and that she'd have a bit of a sour reaction to the news, but she needed to tell someone. "see, now i think the loyalty thing only applied to her friendships, not her romantic relationships." she pointed out before sipping on her wine, which she had certainly needed after biting her tongue for days before now. as she listened to the other woman's opinion on the matter, part of her knew catherine was speaking from experience and thinking about how their friends soon to be bride would feel if she found out the truth. "cat, i know what you went through was a lot, but...i don't know, maybe penelope got nervous about the wedding and just made a mistake? the other woman looks younger than us, and a lot more fit physically than her fiancee, so maybe she just wanted to sample the younger pool before walking down the aisle? i hear fems in their 30s are rather skilled and have quite the stamina." she joked in an attempt to maybe lighten the mood a little.

evelyn’s attention was shifted towards her door as sasha barged right in. she noticed a few wandering eyes trying to catch a glimpse of what was erupting in her office. evelyn hated that. her office was the one place where she expected privacy. no matter who entered, it was common knowledge that you closed the door behind you - sasha didn’t even spare it a second glance. it was clear she was fed up with everything. “yeah and those daggers are now aiming directly inside my office,” evelyn sighed before rising out of her seat. in a swift movement she got up to close her office door before shaking her head. “we need to go confess after we’ve taken a few deep breaths. you’re already letting everyone in the office get the best of you and we don’t need to add any more fuel to the fire.” her voice stayed calm before confessing, “the whole office knows. i know why you feel like everyone’s watching, it’s because they are. i just want us to walk out of here with our heads held high.” walking back over to her desk to lock her desktop, evelyn made her way over to sasha. her hand comforted her by rubbing her arm, “we can confess. i know last night we agreed to lay low, but i felt their eyes on me as well. i thought it was a good idea because i don’t need these assholes thinking you tried sleeping your way up - they’re going to think that regardless. it’s obvious. so we confess, get it over with, and i’ll literally kill anyone who tries to give you shit.” of course it was evelyn being dramatic, but a piece of her felt like she would do that for sasha.

"why do you think i left the door open?" sasha sassed, but before she could explain herself further, evelyn was getting up to close the door. she didn't think it mattered since those judgmental eyes were probably still aimed at the door, waiting for them to emerge so they could go back to whispering about the pair. it felt like petty high school drama, which she'd hated even back then but certainly didn't feel like she had to deal with as an adult. hearing the advice, she rolled her eyes in response, because of course the person who had less to lose would say such a thing. "trust me, you haven't seen fuel on a fire yet. i'm five seconds away from turning this whole office upside down." she warned. it also didn't make sense how or why the whole office already knew. she'd denied it with hr and nobody had seen anything, so how had the word gotten out to everyone already? letting evelyn come over and attempt to offer her some comfort, which did not work, sasha exhaled a deep breath as she accepted that there was no other way out of this fiasco. "no offense, but i don't need you, the boss, telling everyone to fuck off on my behalf. that'll just make matters worse, and probably lead to complaints about you getting unprofessional for your girlfriend — which i'm not, but that's beside the point." it was a point, but not one to get into at this moment. "but fine, let's go to hr and get this over with, and maybe i'll be at the unemployment line by lunch time. lead the way, boss."

grimacing slightly at sasha’s bluntness, not helped at all by her tone, she just sighed. “right.” she mumbled. then at her girlfriend’s questions she looked over to her, holding her gaze. “because i’m scared, okay? i’m scared. scared of things changing between us and then everything comes crashing and burning down.” she answered bluntly, her own tone laced with a sharp edge of its own before she cleared her throat and apologized for it sheepishly. “sorry… i didn’t mean for that to come out like that. but it’s the truth.” she sighed. “parenthood and marriage changes people, and i don’t want things to change between us so far that we’re just basically roommates with a mini me or two grabbing at our ankles.” she confessed.

sasha hadn't exactly meant to turn her girlfriend's belated birthday dinner into a fight, but running around in circles for years had gotten old and she had to do something. luckily cornering paris like this had worked in her favor, and she met the other's gaze as she finally explained her reasons, which were very valid at least. but once paris finished, all she could do was laugh. "sorry!" she stated, attempting to pull her shit back together. "paris, you didn't have to keep that bottled up this whole time." given their history, and that they had started out as best friends before things turned romantic, she didn't understand why the one person she told everything to hadn't just said this already. "it doesn't always change things for the worse, you know? of course it's not easy, and one or both of us will have to adjust our work schedules or take time off, but it wouldn't have to break us." sasha couldn't promise her that, but she had faith they could make it work if they both wanted to. "possibilities aside, do you actually want either?"

"that's exactly what a woman guilty of bribery would say." cleo volleyed back while sitting up and crossing her legs so she could listen intently to giselle. the joke rolled easily off her tongue. it reminded her of what their friendship was like before her feelings decided to make it more complicated. her eyebrows furrowed before she could attempt to force her face into a neutral expression. giselle's advice hurt because it would have been helpful if cleo was putting effort into finding a girlfriend. instead of being useful her advice caused guilt to gnaw away at cleo's insides. "i appreciate the advice but i don't want to waste my sick days on dates that might lead nowhere." she explained while keeping her voice level. cleo's reply wasn't the whole truth but it was truthful enough that lying by omission didn't cause her guilt. she briefly looked down at her palms that were rested in the middle of her crossed legs. "i'm sorry for getting pissed at you. i was drunk and surprised. i shouldn't have gotten upset at you for not telling me everything. you're your own person, you're allowed to keep things to yourself." she apologised, her gaze fixed on giselle. it was a struggle but she had to give her best friend the apology she deserved, she couldn't look away. "i wasn't speaking in riddles. i was drunk." she insisted, unsure of how dishonest her words were. "there's nothing to talk about. we've always been a touchy-feely two headed monster and i don't want to ruin what we have or make you uncomfortable." she admitted before letting out a deep exhale.

giselle would be lying if she said she hadn't noticed a shift in their friendship — one she didn't understand and probably realized long after it initially happened. since cleo had never mentioned it, she'd just zipped her lips about it too. but after the party and cleo's reaction to brandon, it was a little hard to ignore it now. much like she couldn't hide the fact that she was starting to get concerned with cleo's lack of enthusiasm about dating, even when she clearly wanted to find someone. "fine, i get not wanting to use your sick days for it, but we've gotta get you on a date as some point, babe." surely she could try being cleo's wingwoman again, but she didn't think that would work well when there was something wrong between them. as her best friend apologized for her frustration, giselle frowned as she met the other woman's gaze. it wasn't necessary, not when there was something more behind that frustration, but she smiled at the other woman anyway. "i wasn't keeping it from you though. it just all happened so fast that i didn't get to tell you before you saw it for yourself." she explained, and maybe she should have thought to mention it to cleo before letting brandon kiss all over her. but as cleo seemed to be taking back whatever she'd been implying that night, giselle just sighed in response. "you mentioned not wanting to ruin things with us that night too, but what would ruin this?" part of her was afraid to get a real answer to that out of her best friend, but she was also aware that she couldn't fix whatever was going on if cleo didn't let her in. knowing she had to do something to get the other woman to talk, she reached over and took one of cleo's hands into her own, giving it a slight squeeze as she held it like she'd always done. "physical touch is my love language, and like you said, we've just always been like this. and it feels...i don't know, good?" she confessed, and surely she could have found a better way to describe it, but that's all she had. "but how does it feel for you?"

evelyn loved getting ready with sasha in the mornings. they never had to awkwardly shuffle past one another while getting ready. if anything, if evelyn ever needed help looking more presentable, sasha would be there to help. it was the small things that evelyn loved. it made her crave for her mornings to always be like this. "i'll head into the office a bit early, so i am going to have to take my bagel to go." she smiled before giving sasha a quick peck on the lips. "wish us luck today." luck she knew they were going to need - at least evelyn. entering the building, she gave her usual greetings before she headed into her office. she didn't know what it was, but she felt as if everyone's eyes were burning into her back. was it her own paranoia getting to her? or did the whole office already know what was at hand. settling into her work, there was a knock on her door before she could respond to an email. welcoming them in, there was the lead of the hr department standing there in her office. they had asked her if they were able to speak sometime today and evelyn shrugged her shoulders, almost playing dumb. "i don't see why not. i need to get to send out some important things before heading to your office." agreeing, they left and a small panic sat in the pit of her stomach. she knew sasha and her had agreed to playing it cool, but in the moment she felt like confessing was the best route. unlocking her phone she sent a quick text to sasha: i think confessing will help us in the long run. they want to meet with me soon.

once she'd gotten dressed into something beyond appropriate and put little effort into the rest of her look, sasha had made her way to the office, spending a few minutes in her car trying to remember to breathe, before she finally walked inside. it seemed fine at first, mostly because she saw al and some of the other old timers and they simply greeted her as they did every morning. but the second she saw grace, and then jake, it suddenly felt like they stopped the conversations they were having and just honed in on her, watching her head for her desk like they were waiting for her to fuck up. sasha could assume that grace had said something to jake, or vice versa, but she didn't know if they'd told anyone else about their suspicions. as she put herself down at her desk, she could feel more eyes on her, almost like everyone knew what was going on. that pretty much solidified which option she should take, so taking a deep breath, she headed over to evelyn's office. seeing no reason to knock, sasha let herself in and then didn't bother closing the door this time. "i'll probably regret this, but let's just get this over with." she stated, sighing under her breath as she said the words out loud. "have they come to you yet? because we might as well just go to their office and confess now while everyone is staring daggers at me anyway."

Nova's voice of reason wasn't what Ana was looking for right now, and she let out a huff at the other's logic. Nova was right, if the pair wasn't compatible than Ana would have figured it out long before he even proposed. "That's not the point," Ana began to back track. Trying to find any excuse not to marry Jake, rather than just admitting she didn't love him like she thought. The way Nova labelled the night they spent together as nothing more than two drunk friends felt like a punch in the stomach. She had barely slept since, just lying awake replaying everything over and over. Second guessing the life she had built with someone else and yet Nova just saw it as a drunken mistake? "So what exactly do you suggest I do? Marry him and just pretend like I never cheated on him? Why don't I just tell him and let him do the breaking up instead? Because I can't look at him the same way after what happened." It felt harsh, but guilt wasn't what Ana was feeling, but rather regret. Not for sleeping with Nova, but for not accepting her feelings for the other sooner.

one thing nova knew was that she was the wrong person for ana to be trying to discuss her doubts with, at least if she wanted the type of advice a platonic friend would offer. if it were up to her, she'd tell all of her friends not to marry a man in general, but this was a little more complicated. it was evident that the struggle the other woman was dealing with was serious, so she let her get what she needed to say off of her chest, leaning back in her chair as she thought over what not to say. "are you sure he didn't cheat during his bachelor party? i'm sure there was a hot stripper there, so how do you know he didn't hook up with her? maybe we just evened the playing field." that certainly was the wrong thing to say, but nova could be on to something here. or was it a projection instead? "if it's eating at you this much, i think you have to talk to him. though, before you do that, should we talk about what happened first?" it was a question she'd been avoiding since it happened, but now that her friend was panicking about whether to walk down the aisle, it seemed like the right time to clear the air.

is she getting older? or are her tastes shifting? letitia has never remembered hating how loud these places are. she knows tomorrow her ears will be ringing into high heaven, but for tonight, she leans closer to giselle, a hand gently anchoring onto the other's forearm. "oh, good, okay, then, this kind of blows," admits the woman with a laugh that blends into the bass vibrating around them. she errs on the side of politeness, most of the time, but rarely will she shy away from her honest opinion. "always, always tequila," and tonight, she'll even warrant something top shelf, smooth. a treat to dampen the bodies packing onto the dance floor. it's one thing if they could even dance, but the popularity has packed it so tight she thinks they may have better luck lurking at the bar. once giselle has successfully maneuvered them to the bar, she relaxes a little with her new, slightly larger, bubble of personal space. "what? no. damn, can't a girl try something new every once in awhile?" the bartender's approached them by this point, she shoots him a smile and holds up two fingers, and only off giselle for a moment. "shots, please. don julio." and once he's away once more, she shifts back to the other. "it's nice that people don't recognize me here, i gotta say." the problem with partying at her club is those regulars are her regulars. "i needed some fresh faces, you know?"

"i'm glad i'm not the only one that isn't feeling this place, but maybe our perception will change with the booze." giselle suggested, and she truly believed that a little liquor could heighten your experience anywhere, and especially when it was tequila. she drowned her sorrows in cheap vodka, but on a night out, she liked to revel in something a bit more premium. when leti told the bartender to get them don julio shots, she couldn't help but grin, and now she was ready to squeeze some tea out of her friend. "is it really that bad being recognized?" she questioned curiously. having regulars at her hair salon wasn't nearly the same as having regulars that came to watch you dance, or perform, she should say, so she couldn't imagine what it had to be like for leti. and with the way she seemed to have people drooling enough to put rings on her finger, surely her suitors couldn't have been all bad. watching the bartender sit the shots down in front of them, giselle scooped hers up and ceremoniously held it out in front of her. "shall we toast to you being my wingwoman this time around? unlike you, i do not have any men or women watching my every move and begging for a date, so i need you to teach me your ways."

"actually the first person to tell me i was cheesy is my own mother." she chuckled before shrugging her shoulders, "apparently when i was a child i was overly-dramatic and a dork." evelyn rolled her eyes knowing sasha was going to have some come-back ready to roll off her tongue. her hand innocently fell on sasha's side as a smile curved onto her lips. she found it sweet how sasha was so willing to help her with her appearance. evelyn didn't know if she was just completely immersed in the other woman, but she found it sweeter than anything. something so simple had a lot of care attached to it. "they make a good point," she looked up at the ceiling and thought about it some more. "i guess that does scream guilty if both of us don't show up to the office after hr approached you." humming softly she tried thinking about it before sasha shared what else her friends thought. "would it be easier for you to deal with it though? as fucked up as it is, not much will happen to me the way things will happen to you and your job. i'd rather leave that decision to you. if we confess or not confess, i'm willing to maintain myself if that's what you need. we can both show up to the office tomorrow, i agree we should do that - that just means we actually need to get sleep tonight." the older woman pouted teasingly before trailing her fingertips up sasha's body. "they might be right with confessing so we can get this over with rather than letting it drag up and having to stress about getting caught up."

sasha furrowed her brows at evelyn's words, which sounded like the woman believed she'd outgrown any of that between then and now. "your mother was right, but i bet she didn't expect you to still be both of those things even as an old woman. i think you're actually more over the top with the dramatics now than you probably were as a kid." she teased, though there was definitely some truth behind her words. after all, the smallest inconvenience sent the woman into a frenzy, so surely she wasn't this bad as a kid. she had even been a little dramatic before about their current situation, yet as she pondered over sasha's friends opinion, she at least sounded like she was being more practical now. sasha still didn't know what to do, but as she listened to the older woman, she knew that everyone might be right, to an extent. "it's not gonna be easier for me either way. if we don't come clean, they're going to be watching us, waiting to see if they can find proof that we're obviously up to something. it also doesn't help that we don't know who went to hr to begin with, so that's another set of eyes to worry about. but if we do come clean, they might get rid of me, or keep me with restrictions while the whole office will only see me as the employee who tried to sleep her way to the top — and can't even reach the top now." it was fucked either way, so sasha wasn't sure how she was supposed to make a decision. "maybe we should just sleep on it? see how i, or we, feel in the morning?"

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"have you been here before?" leti is trying to shout over the bass that's thumping around them. this is the first impression she's had of this place, beyond the tiktok she's heard about it from, and already, the vibes are not her favorite. too many people and shitty drinks, but she is not about to let this look she's put effort into go to waste. "it's... interesting." she's attempting politeness, but she thinks, perhaps, drunkenness might be the better option. "wanna do shots?"

just barely making out leti's first question, giselle was sure that her ears were going to start ringing soon from the noise in this place. "no, it's my first time." she shouted back. while she wasn't into the club scene much anymore, she'd stepped out of her comfort zone for the night to see if this place was as nice as people had said it was, but she hadn't been quite impressed yet. she giggled at leti's observation of the place, which she couldn't disagree with, but they definitely needed something more. "as long as it's tequila, i'm in!" after all, the best way to endure a crowded room, and music that was ridiculously loud, was with booze. leading them through the crowd and back to the bar, she motioned the bartender over before glancing towards the other woman. "you wanting a change of scenery is new. what's wrong? too many suitors at your job? wanted a night out without someone begging for you in some capacity?" giselle teased.

"fine, i will finish the show with you. i'm going to want to see it unfold. see how these bitches deceived all the viewers," she couldn't help but laugh at the words flowing out of her mouth. "oh my god," she got out hearing sasha sounding confident about being able to convince her. evelyn rolled her eyes remembering how that night unfolding, it made her skin crawl. one of the many times where she had to beg for sasha to keep her around, but she supposed in the end it worked out in her favor. a warmness built up in evelyn as sasha kissed her cheek, a grin that spoke a million words appeared on her face before she nodded. "i will come to you fresh out of the shower." walking out of the bathroom all freshened up, she entered the room with a mischievous grin. "you didn't tell me you got a new body wash," crawling into the bed next to her lover she playfully leaned in, "smell me. smells nice hm?" bringing her arm up to her nose she teased, "yeah this would make me want to eat a person that smelt like this." adjusting herself on her pillow she apologized, "sorry about my hair still being damp. i didn't have time to try blow drying it, though i know my curls are going to be a complete mess in the morning..." evelyn sighed before kissing sasha's forehead, "i didn't want to keep the queen waiting."

after crawling into bed to wait for evelyn, sasha had at least texted her group chat with her friends again to give them a brief update on the whole hr thing, which only added to her stress as their responses started to trickle in. by the time the older woman joined her, she simply sighed as she put her phone over on her night stand. "i forgot about that one, actually. found it under the sink this morning and just decided to give it a shot." she admitted as evelyn leaned in closer, and she rolled her eyes playfully at her usual antics. "has anyone ever told you that you're extremely cheesy?" she knew she said it quite often, but she wasn't sure if natalie, or whoever evelyn dated before that, had gotten this side of her, but surely sasha wasn't the first. glancing over as evelyn laid down on her least favorite pillow, she simply shrugged about the wet hair. "babe, it's fine. and i will help fix your hair in the morning." accepting the kiss to her forehead, sasha leaned in closer as she laid her head on evelyn's shoulder. "speaking of tomorrow morning, my friends are convinced that if either of us blows off work, hr will just take that as confirmation that something is going on. they also said we should have saw this coming and that it would be easier to just deal with it, but what do you think?"

"is there even in point in continuing if i know priya and naee are going to go through some shit? is their story really that entertaining?" evelyn raised her eyebrows in questioning. watching new shows had become part of her routine with sasha and she kind of favored it because she was being introduced to what the world had to offer these-days. while she didn't totally agree with the behavior of people on reality tv, it was entertainment and an excuse to hang out with sasha. "i couldn't imagine not having an actual job. i'm assuming these influencers think they work harder than the average worker...all of them have to have a gigantic ego." being honest with sasha she tilted her head as if she was letting her off easy, "as beautiful as you are, you'd get turned away in a heartbeat at our office. i'm sure you'd have some sort of following if you were on a popular reality show and not all attention is good attention, you know." as the episode went on, she did her best to focus on the show. a few laughs and annoyed groans came from evelyn and before she knew it, it came to the end. patting sasha's leg, a small yawn came from the older woman. "do you mind if i wash up? i need to clean myself up if we want to binge any more episodes."

evelyn already wanting to bow out made sasha smirk, because of course she'd say that. "oh no, they don't go through much on the show. i think they have one argument we see and it's very petty. but the point of this show is to like, end up being the top couple standing at the end, and they truly do pull that shit off. i was convinced that we'd see them at the reunion with wedding rings on and well...i'll just say looks can be deceiving." honestly, that was another reason why she could never do a reality show — people would perform for the camera even at someone else's expense. it did make for good entertainment though, she supposed. "some of them leave their real jobs for this shit, and i don't get it. that influencer lifestyle doesn't last forever." not that a bunch of 20-somethings thought about that at the time, but she liked to think she had more sense at that age, hence her never being on one of those shows. when evelyn seemed confident in the belief that she wouldn't have hired her if she'd been a trashy reality tv person, sasha raised a brow as she glanced over at her. "you practically wanted to rail me at the bar while your wife was standing there, so i think i could have convinced you to hire me. it's cute that you think otherwise though." she teased as she leaned over and kissed evelyn's cheek. as they got through the first episode, she was quickly reminded why she had a certain preference when it came to dating, and why evelyn was such a breath of fresh air, but she wasn't about to stroke her ego even further. at her question, sasha shook her head as she paused the show. "you go do that, and i guess i'll meet you in my bed afterwards?"

"kinda a coincidence how the best friend rulebook backs up everything you say. are you bribing the author?" a smile peaked through her grave expression. the best friend rulebook was an old in-joke between them. it was so old that the first time giselle mentioned the best friend rulebook cleo believed it was real. she knew better now but was still willing to believe giselle's word on everything she claimed was written in it. cleo open and closed her mouth without saying a word. the directness of giselle's question made her feel exposed and with nowhere to hide. she saw through her excuses in a way most people didn't bother doing. "i'm hesitating a little but i swear i've been swamped at work as well. tourists won't book themselves in." she replied, running her fingers down a stand of hair. she didn't have to take as much overtime as she did but she enjoyed it ; it gave her a purpose and an excuse to avoid thinking about her personal life. "you know what they say ; if you don't get used to rejection you'll never do anything." she commented while forcing her lips into a smile that didn't meet her eyes. there were ways that arranging a date would be worse than rejection. she didn't want to lead some poor woman on when her heart was already spoken for. "there's nothing going on , i'm fine. i was just drunk and surprised to see you with brandon." the lie slipped easily off her tongue despite the hammering of her heartbeat. she quickly pushed the thought that she was a bad friend back where it came from. she had to focus on keeping her friendship giselle the way it was. change came with too much risk.

"maybe i am." giselle instantly responded, having that one waiting in the chamber given that she was usually the one pulling out the rulebook. it was card she had to pull often if she wanted to try and get her way with cleo, and she wasn't afraid to use it. as her best friend answered her question, she could tell she was being genuine, which was a little bit of a relief. she'd been worried that cleo was turning women down because she was too scared, or because of whatever she wasn't talking about, so she was glad to hear that the other woman wasn't completely ruling it out. "don't you have some paid time off saved? maybe take a day off, sleep in, and then set up one of these dates?" she suggested, even if she didn't know whether it would do much for cleo. the rejection comment sounded philosophical, but as she observed cleo's body language, she knew it had more meaning to it. shifting her body a little bit so she could properly face her best friend now, giselle knew that prying more out of the other wouldn't be easy, yet she had to try, if only to help get whatever was going on off cleo's chest for her. "i know me taking him back was a shock, but you seemed even more pissed than usual. and then you seemed to be talking in riddles — like you were saying things without putting it bluntly. the intent thing, for example." she wasn't sure if bringing that up again would start a fight or not, but it was too late to turn back now. "look, i'm not saying us holding hands and stuff is just...pointless. it's not. it just comes so naturally that i never read into it, but your reaction implied that we probably needed to talk about it, so can we?"

"well, we both know he's a little biased to himself... a little." paris snorted. she knew full well that sasha's parents were curious, and it certainly didn't help that sasha's mom had pulled her aside twice already to try and figure out what was going on and why paris kept skirting the issue. as soon as she watched her girlfriend sigh, paris deflated a little and shrugged. "well, there's work, and you know, the regular small talk, and i'm sure the trip itself would give us plenty to talk about with the resort and all, and the beach, and.... stuff," paris bluffed, instinctively avoiding said issues in question yet again.

sasha didn't blame her parents, or her friends for taking on her frustration with the lack of discussions about where this relationship was going — after all, they had to listen to her rant about it enough that it was only fair they'd want an answer too. shifting some chicken around her plate as paris dodged the topic yet again, the thought of going on a peaceful vacation sounded like just moving their same fight to a nice island resort. "we stopped the regular small talk forever ago." she huffed, her words coming out a little harsher than she'd intended, yet she wouldn't apologize for it. "will you just be honest with me? why do you run away any time i mention just having a discussion about marriage and kids? if you don't want that, or if you don't see us going in that direction, why not say it?"

JULIA DALAVIA Pantanal, 2022.