“It’s just hard, you know?” Alexis was still sniffling into Twyla’s cleavage, which, it wasn’t like Twyla was entirely opposed, Alexis was definitely on her list, but it was a bit different when there were actual snot bubbles involved. She patted Alexis’ back a bit and checked around for customers. It was still Café Tropical, so there weren’t any. Twyla continued patting. Alexis continued talking.
“…because you get taken for granted, and it’s like your ambitions get sent to this creativity sweatshop where they make orphans of your dreams…”
“Dream orphans in the creativity sweatshop, gotcha. You want a tissue?”