I said "get the fuck off" (kidding) and locked the door behind you. I told you I was going out afterwards, but I decided to lay down in the bed and finish some books I kept putting off. Someone could think I had a lot to think about what I had just done with you, but really, there wasn't much to think about or even conclude. Yes, I kind of thought for a second you might ring me up, but I think that if I had gone out, that would be my fixed ideia for the night... Instead I read some stuff, and in between I realized that right now is the moment I care the less if I will ever see you again.