Buzz buzz

‘Later babe. LY.’

Yeah you say that.

‘Xx,' I type back.

Then I get back to business. Opening Tinder, sending the first pic in my camera roll. A picture you took of me last night. I press send 10 times over, turn my phone over, put my music up loud, and paint my nails. Buzzing. I’m buzzing. My nails are wet and my phone’s blowing up. But it feels better to lie here, my ears full, my nails wet, my head empty – just vibin’ – than to look. My eyes close and I drift off to the cacophony I’ve set in motion.