End of the night. We got to the door at the same time. We both said “well”. Then we both said “ok”. Then we both said “ok well”.

Then we left in opposite directions, in two separate foo fighters, which in hindsight was a design flaw.

You: green, a bit shimmery, holding a jar of leftover boil up. Me: also green, also shimmery, not holding anything, regretting that.

Anyway. Well. Ok. If you want to say “well” at me again, this time I think I’d say something after it.