[She greets him at the door with a faint smile and ushers him in. The two bedroom apartment is clearly in a half unpacked state, and Lydia has her hair down for the night. But what's waiting for him on the coffee table isn't beer, but a pair of shotglasses and a bottle of vodka.]
Hey. I think we need to talk. And it's going to kind of suck for both of us, I suspect.
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Hey. I think we need to talk. And it's going to kind of suck for both of us, I suspect.