The first time I noticed you was last summer, when your hair was a purple, hot mess. You had held the door open for me. I didn’t thank you because fuck that patriarchal sentiment. I quickly walked past but only after checking you out cause damn you’re good looking. Nowadays I can’t stop looking. You’ve caught me a few times and have smiled back. Should I say hi? Am I being weird? Should I have just said thanks? Haha nah!
—Thirsty for apples