I thought bringing up work might put the conversation back on track. But that was to no avail.
“No,” protested Sophia, who was still holding the knife. “We have to have some of your birthday cake first. Maybe we should skip the meeting this week and just do hang out. It’s your birthday week after all.”
This whole birthday week thing was becoming contagious; now Sophia was like a fiend with it.
She continued to divide the cake into four. I looked at the slices and couldn’t figure out how we were meant to eat a quarter of a cake each.
“Can you at least hear my fucking suggestion?”
I had worked so hard to come up with a name, too. And it’s not only the name one has to come up with.
I had to check no one else had the name, that we could get the domain, and that it meant something. There was so much to this, and as I had slaved over it, in the hope of forgetting the fact Douglas still hadn’t returned my communication, I wanted it to matter.
If they were only going to fake care about me, at least they could seem interested in what I cared about.
GG took the biggest slice and put it in front of me.
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