"Listen Jacob, I don't think i can keep doing this."
"Oh come ON you're breaking up with me? Today of ALL days?"
"What? What's today?"
"You heard me, Sara. And you KNOW it's national pizza day."
"Well yeah but I'm not breaking up with you."
"Ah."
Awkward silence fell over the call.
"You still there?"
"Yes."
"So what were you saying about not being able to do something."
"Huh? Oh right yeah."
"Well?"
"You can't keep waking me up at midnight to go get high and watch stars."
"Yeah but it's fun."
"Yeah but you're fucking 32 Jacob, you're not a teenager. You're not even in your 20s anymore."
"That's why we gotta act young! So we stop aging!"
"That's not how this works that's not how any of this works."
"You gotta believeeeee Saraaaa."
"Jacob I'm hanging up."
"Okay ily."
"Why are you saying I love you in text speak Jesus Christ you make no sense at all I swear to..." her voice faded off into a ramble about speaking normally or something, I hung up the phone.
"Back to work," I muttered into my coffee mug. Right before I began typing again I took one deep sip of the black Venezuelan roast. I spit it out immediately into the trash bag under my desk. "Oh SHIT fucking dregs, CALEB GIVE ME MORE COFFEE"
"GET IT YOURSELF YOU LAZY ASSHOLE," My coworker yelled from across the planetarium shaped, paper filled, messy, scattered, and decidedly important room.
The job wasn't super interesting or anything, but looking for extraterrestrial life is something I've always been interested in. So i guess I was living the dream. A nerd dream? Yeah something like that.
