We need to talk.
Sit down. Sit properly.
You have to stop falling in love with every boy you meet on the train.
Yes, you do fall in love with every boy you meet on the train.
No, he's not different.
No, don't- stop- let me speak.
I don't care if his eyes are summer rain.
I don't care if his smile is strawberry and cream
or his voice is a dove's feather
along the line of your spine.
I don't care if his heartbeat is as soft as crackling fire or if like the flames it pinks your cheeks.
This has to stop.
You're not listening, are you?
You're going out again.
Just please, please…
Don't let him know.
Don't let him hold you for too long.
Keep your top button done.
Be back by ten.