“eyes like sinking ships on water—so inviting, I almost jump in.”

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[cue: we’re inside June’s head]

Hi, welcome to June Kailani’s mental notes.

Please bear with me as I’m writing down mundane—but important—list of the things I want to keep in the back of my head. I hope, by the end of this night, I could finally come to conclusion of… whatever this is about.

I never paid any attention to the driveway in front of my house before; and now as I watch a familiar black car arriving, I notice that the pathway badly needed a fix.

There’s a bunch of dandelion growing in the small area of garden in front of my gate; and the street lamp is glowing in warm white, attracting moths.

As the passenger side of the car stops in front of me, the window rolls down and a familiar smile appeares; it glows the same warmth, and suddenly I understand those moths and why they’re so attracted to light.

“Permisi, atas nama June in December?”

I laugh as I reach for the handle and settle myself in the same seat I sat in two nights ago.

“Overused jokes, next.”

“Mau makan apa?”

“Gue craving Legend of Noodle, mau nggak? Tapi ga bakal abis seporsi kalo sendirian.”

“Legend of Noodle it is.”

The silence is comfortable, and now I have my time to map him out under the dimmed light.

Miles Segara has a pair of darn cute fangs and they’re always peeking out everytime he smiles. It’s always on full phase, that smile of his.

Miles Segara always makes sure that he looks at me when he talks, as if whatever reaction I’m giving to the internet debacle he read this morning is deeply important.

“Nara Smith is satire! There’s no way she actually used those so-called toothpaste she made from fuckin scratch. She’s a comedy queen.”