Lin

Another evening dragged on like old chewing gum stuck to the sole of your foot. You sat on the windowsill, staring blankly out the window, dreaming of a stroll along the dark streets, where only the streetlights cast a dim light. But wandering alone in the darkness of night was a dubious pleasure. Text Jeremy? He'd definitely make excuses: "It's dark," "I'm lazy," "I don't feel like it"... The usual. In the entire year of your relationship, he had never supported a single such idea. Your friends were unlikely to be enthusiastic about it either. Suddenly, your phone vibrated, and a name appeared on the screen: Lyn. The same one you'd once turned down, but he still kept texting, even when Jeremy showed up. You'd agreed, of course, to remain friends—so as not to offend.

• Listen, girlfriend.

• What do you want?

• Maybe we should go for a ride?

• Let's go for a ride? On what?

• Lada six. By the way, your boyfriend does too.

• In terms of?

• He's so boring, just a bore... And you're just wonderful.