Aborigen

“How’s it looking to you?”

“What? I don’t understand that question.”

“Oh! Ha, sorry, distracted by my phone. I‌ meant to ask how your weekend was.”

It wasn’t just her phone that was distracting Amy-Leigh. Holding me in her palm, running her fingertips back and forth over the front of my body, was distracting her from surfing on her phone. I‌ went into much detail as to my weekend, knowing full well what the response was going to be.

“Huh? Sorry, I‌ wasn’t listening.”