"Helllllooooo?"

"Off work today?"

"Yupppppp."

"I have to tell you something!"

"What?"

"I lied about myself. I don't look like Harley Quinn. And that's a bummer."

"..."

"My eyes are still dark green though. But my hair, isn't white. It's dark brown. Actually, it's a dark brown ombré."

"I'm actually glad. Every time I tried to picture of how you looked...It was weird."

"But why think about it? Maybe we'll meet. Someday. Possibly."

"Possibly."

"You know...summer is almost over. Including your work at Target and soon you'll be off to Harvard! And me...senior year. Gross."

"It's -"

"You're going to college, Bobby. I don't give two flying fucks if you're confused on if you want to go or not. You're going. And that's final. Didn't you say your mother was getting better? NOW SUCK IT UP BOBBY. You're going."

"..."

"And that's final."

"...I was just going to say that senior year isn't that bad."