"Yeah," said Summer, again, with another big sigh, and she looked for a moment like she might say something more, but instead, she just drank more of her wine. All of it. Whatever was still left in her glass.

Still had it in her! And, oh, look, she seemed to have found what it was she was going to say at the bottom of that glass, pulling it up before reaching for more sangria.

"And it's like...I feel like I've been doing everything I can to make it easier, but nothing seems to help, to the point where I sometimes almost wonder if he's intentionally making it this hard, and then I'm all 'hey, you're not dating anymore, it's not your problem' and then I'm all 'but, yeah, okay, I'm still his friend and also it's kind of a problem of my own making so, yeah, it kind of is still my problem,' so, like, I don't know, damned if I do, damned if I don't, I guess, so I'm just going to focus on doing me, because I'm, like, twenty five," almost, "that is what I should be doing right now anyway."