huh. well i’d make her breakfast. crepes, actually, i know she enjoys that. i’d take her phone and put it in a locker somewhere and keep the key until the end of the day. end of story. fuck, i’d put my phone in there too, just for good measure. we’d spend the morning traveling. just to northern france, why not?
we’d have a picnic somewhere, grab some desert from one of those pastelria places. go wine tasting, and i sample every charcuterie board in a twenty mile radius of whatever town he happened to stop at first.
and then she’d go home with the key.
and i’d grab a train to toulon and take care of a polititian on vacation.
and it would all work out.