We met at a party maybe eight months after she broke up with me because I didn't understand her, apparently.
I couldn't see a way out, and I think she was pleased to see that I was uncomfortable so she made a point to want to talk.
We made small talk about the music and the catering before she asked if I was seeing anyone. I told her no, and she smiled, and waited for me to ask her the same question.
When I asked instead about her neighbour, she was annoyed, but later admitted that I was still consistent.
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