“God, you’re frustrating.”
[She replies, blowing out a deep sigh and sits back on her bed, wrapping arms around her legs.]

“So am I free to go, then? Or shall I stick around and encourage your frustration further? Wouldn’t mind the former.”
“God, you’re frustrating.”
[She replies, blowing out a deep sigh and sits back on her bed, wrapping arms around her legs.]

“So am I free to go, then? Or shall I stick around and encourage your frustration further? Wouldn’t mind the former.”
“Oh wow. You’re like a strange robber."
“Where—where can I find you?” [It’s a question she knew that he knew she would ask, almost wistfully. She’s fascinated...