“Do you have a vase?” “What?” He glances at me, amused. “For the flowers.” “Um, no?” “Figures. A jug?” He surveys my off-white counters, squinting in displeasure. “A bong?” His passive-aggressive dig at my apartment brings me back to my senses. “I have a trash can you can use. You can throw yourself in it too, if you’d like.”
Love her sass 💁🏼♀️
