She ordered coffee, I had tea.
We made small talk, which mainly consisted of large parts of our identities, where we were born, how we made money, what labels we applied to ourselves.
She ordered a double scotch, I had a cider.
We spoke more in-depth, which mainly consisted of small things, our stances on the use of symbolism in Hitchcock, if Monty Python was overrated, how we judged each other compared to societal standards.
She ordered one last drink, I hailed a taxi.
We spoke only in orders and declarations.
She ordered breakfast in bed, I just had tea.
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