I don't know why, but they always come to me. Maybe it's because I'm the plain singleton over against the wall, just watching.

"Kis! Need your help. You're good with words. What do I write to her?"

"Been texting me, right? On and off, sorta building... romantic, ya know? All kinds of I wish... If we only... dreamy stuff."

"Now what? Wanna hook her up. I mean, really want her bad!"

"Date was awful, Kis! All she wanted was a fuck. Might as well have been some shit dude!"

Come on Cyrano, let's go get another cup of coffee.