Almost familiar.
Like a tired couple traveling home with their child.
Underneath was a social media caption.
SPOTTED: Adrian Prescott finally off the market?
I covered my mouth.
“Oh no.”
Adrian exhaled slowly.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?”
“For asking you to pretend to sleep on me.”
“That was before I actually fell asleep.”
“That distinction probably won’t survive the internet.”