Alex sat down across from her. The floor was cold. The apartment smelled like burnt toast from this morning's failed breakfast attempt. It was, objectively, the least romantic moment of her life.
"Fighting like you're in a movie. Like you're trying to win an argument instead of see me." Jamie pulled her knees to her chest. "I don't want a romantic storyline, Alex. I want a real one. The boring parts. The dishes. The morning breath. The days when we don't even like each other."
"Don't be." Jamie leaned back on the bench, and the afternoon light caught the fine lines at the corners of her eyes. "Just... don't say it again until you mean it differently."