JJ sat on the edge of his bed, checking his watch. It was 11:15 PM.
“It’s about the fact that Sarah thinks I’m this cool, collected architect,” JJ muttered. “She doesn't know that when the lights go down, I’m terrified I’ll forget how to be… human. That I’ll just be another tally on a mirror in a room that smells like old coffee and anxiety.”
“You’re overthinking it,” a voice said from the doorway. It was Maya, his oldest friend and the only person allowed to see him this unraveled. She was leaning against the frame, holding two lukewarm coffees. 4,338Ep. 7 "JJ'S SEX LIFE"
“It’s not just about the act, Maya,” JJ said, running a hand through his hair. “It’s the ritual. The expectation. Every time I get close to someone, it feels like I’m performing a role in a play I never auditioned for. Ep. 7 of this specific saga is always where I trip up.”
JJ looked at the tally marks. He realized he’d been counting moments instead of living them. He stood up, grabbed a towel, and wiped the mirror clean, erasing the 4,338 days of pressure he’d built up in his head. JJ sat on the edge of his bed, checking his watch
He picked up his phone and sent Sarah a text: “Hey. I’m a little nervous about tonight. Can we just order pizza and talk first?”
The reply came back instantly: “I thought you’d never ask. I’m already in my sweatpants.” “She doesn't know that when the lights go
“Episode 7,” JJ whispered, looking at his clear reflection. “Let’s try a different script tonight.”