"I'll try to be as vague as possible," said Takya apropos to nothing. This declaration was made over a cup of mocha frapp grande and pretzels.
Ran didn't even look up from the cellphone message she was perusing. "Hm-hm."
"So I don't hurt his feelings...you know?" Takya continued. "He's really sensitive. And...emotional." The last word was said with a little bit of emphasis.
Ran finally closed her phone, took a sip of her coffee (black, hot, no sugar), sighed, because this wasn't the first time she's had this conversation with the same person. "You mean the usual 'it's not you, it's me' speech?"
"I have to tread my ground carefully, choose my words -- "
"He's not an idiot," Ran interrupted.
"-- I wish he wasn't!" Takya whined.
Ran didn't even look up from the cellphone message she was perusing. "Hm-hm."
"So I don't hurt his feelings...you know?" Takya continued. "He's really sensitive. And...emotional." The last word was said with a little bit of emphasis.
Ran finally closed her phone, took a sip of her coffee (black, hot, no sugar), sighed, because this wasn't the first time she's had this conversation with the same person. "You mean the usual 'it's not you, it's me' speech?"
"I have to tread my ground carefully, choose my words -- "
"He's not an idiot," Ran interrupted.
"-- I wish he wasn't!" Takya whined.
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