Josephine is a heartbreaking bitch.
She’s the kind of girl who smokes cigs while reading books as she walks down the street.
The night they broke up, Alex said, “I knew you’d break my heart from the moment I saw you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I still don’t understand what you saw in me (except for the sex, obviously), because I am nothing like the girls that you flirt with on campus.”
And then she walked out.
But Jo knew exactly what she was doing, walking down those streets smoking her cigarettes reading Chekhov.
Fuck, it could have been Albee or Shakespeare or Beckett and he wouldn’t have glanced up.