there was no easy way to tell her friend and co-star that she might be the problem. nasrin would argue she was never satisfied, overly picky to point of her own detriment. of course, she hadn’t found who or what she was looking for and it seemed for the reason she said. “so stop running then, kaia.” she said it like she’d just discovered electricity or finally understood quantum physics. the truth was she’d been holding her breath, wishing kaia would see what the fuck was in front of her. she meant herself, in case that wasn’t clear. “when’s the last time you went out with someone more than once, or twice before finding something wrong with them?”
