First day working our job. It was a lot easier for me than for her. Like, a ton. I handle the stress better. Handle the people better. Hell, I was fucking cheerful. She is now fully convinced that we are not somehow making this up or wrong about being plural. Because she would never be fucking cheerful while working our job.
Her birthday is June 16th. June 16th. Fuck. No wonder she was always forgetting August 30th. Fucking body’s birthdate but not hers and she had no fucking clue and felt weird for always forgetting.
That awkward moment when you both realize that neither of you is as old as the body is. Hahaha.