[ goodbye apathy 001?] : this much delight
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Arthur still wasn't even sure how the hell a simple conversation over text had escalated to... what it had. It all seemed to happen so fast from after that point: admitting to each other what they had done, agreed to meet for a "repeat performance", and set a date and time for it.
He had said "tomorrow night" because he had wanted to try getting some more work done but he should have known he wouldn't be able to concentrate properly. Not with the sounds of Ariadne in that state still on his phone...
No. That evening didn't seem to come soon enough and Arthur found himself texting her before the sun was setting:
Are we still on for tonight?
Arthur still wasn't even sure how the hell a simple conversation over text had escalated to... what it had. It all seemed to happen so fast from after that point: admitting to each other what they had done, agreed to meet for a "repeat performance", and set a date and time for it.
He had said "tomorrow night" because he had wanted to try getting some more work done but he should have known he wouldn't be able to concentrate properly. Not with the sounds of Ariadne in that state still on his phone...
No. That evening didn't seem to come soon enough and Arthur found himself texting her before the sun was setting:
Are we still on for tonight?