Cartwright texted her a photo
of himself in mauve and slightly off white
“Nice color.” she replied.
He sent her another one with him in red.
Crimson with black lace.
“Oh, boy” she thought,
“He’s high maintenance.”
He was feminine,
“i’d like you to be excited
about me wearing those panties.”
he said, almost apologetic.
“Yeah” said Milla,
“I’m not going to be.
I could pretend, but that’s not me.”
“Oh, I see.” said Cartwright.
“Would you prefer I lie?” asked MIlla.
“No, no. Tell me the truth.” he said,
looking past her across the building.