Nish chuckled at the simplistic answer, wishing that it really was that simple. It was one of her reasons for not wanting a relationship in the first place- how damn complicated it all got after a while. Because she knew full well, sooner or later, she would do something to fuck it all up, and she’d spend the last few months of their relationship fumbling to put the broken pieces back together, only to find that some of them were missing, and the others no longer fit.
The question made her think, made her look down into her glass as if it held the answers, but all she saw in there was a bottomless pit. “I don’t think I have one,” she said finally, taking another sip and pausing thoughtfully as it burned its way down her throat. “And I think that’s the problem. I never do.” She was good at hookups, good at the initial stages of getting to know the other person, but the rest was up in the air. She’d never gone into a relationship with a plan, and they always fell apart at the midpoint.