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"Thank you. For being here."
"Where?"
"In my life."

She stopped scrolling her phone and lifted her tiny face to assess the situation. The night was dark and the car had been parked away from lights that would otherwise have illuminated their faces. Was it a joke? Had she been too carried away by a lame Twitter joke that the chuckle that was supposed to indicate comedy in those words came out inaudible to her ears? She couldn't quite see the color of his cheeks; possible traces of red or the less exciting transparent nothingness. Some crappy song, most likely about clubbing and/or sex, played on the radio and she feared mistaking its bass for her doubt-induced heartbeat.

"I don't know how to respond to that."

Always one to be so honest.