#govtdna

“Tell me, when were we happy?,” she asked, curious to know what the anniversary of their uncoupling was around the corner. Sometimes, she liked to think of the good times. Often times, Izzie focused on their friendship. They were friends once and then romance...no sex, got in the way of it all. However, it always came down to their differences. Always a difference between them in how to be in a relationship.

No matter she moved onto other relationships, the planets always brought them back around. Planets, fate, or just cruely irony to sit in this booth at 1am.

“When did you know you were happy?”

  “I’ve a doctoral degree in International Development! I’m a bloody professor!” Panic instills in Aliza’s voice, though she quiets herself lest they’re found in the middle of this dicey situation. She’d stepped away from the main party to make a very important phone call, nearly tripping over the man in question. 

She doesn’t know him, and barely knows Emerson as the host but invited through mutual friends.

“Oi. Can y’stop moving around so much? I can bloody hear you in my sleep.”

“Is it? I don’t really know what the first rule is.”