"I think you should just email him. I understand what you're saying about wanting to be chased but...unless of course you're just playing hard to get." Peter tipped his pint glass a little, a tiny gulp.
"I'm not playing anything, I swear! Just, I don't want to chase. Be the chaser. You know what I mean." Ellie took a larger sip of her beer.
Peter pursed his lips and looked up. A familiar expression. One that had eluded her for a while, and here it was again. Here it was again.
"How long has it been since the last communication?"
"A week."
"Oh, so just email him. You have nothing to lose."
"It's a good point." Except you. You, you, you, she tried to say with her eyes. Her heart never spoke loudly enough.
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