Ana on the subway, wearing her badass commute face. Stay away, I’m tired, it’s too early, I don’t know you, don’t talk to me, not even good morning because then I’ll have to reciprocate and I’m just not there yet.
She looks at her phone: missed call. Enbal.
- Hello?
- Hey, did you call me?
- Yeah. He called here. You got it.
(pause)
- Really?
- That’s what he said...
- Holy shit. Really.
Her brow relaxes, her eyes soften.
- You there?
- Yeah, it’s just...I can’t believe it.
- Ha, I told you.
- I know you did. And now...
- Now what? You did it. We can talk later. Have a good day.
- Thanks.
Ana closes her phone and looks out the window at the tops of trees.
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