“Miles, it's only morning and you're already drunk.""No, I'm not," I weakly protested. "I'm just thirsty.”
“You say that every morning.”Miles shrugged. “You're late every morning.”“Then wake me up sooner.”“I have a better idea—why don't you go to sleep when I tell you to?”“I'm not tired then. I'm only tired in the mornings.”“Join the club.”
“You're drunk, and I'm drunk, and I'm just exactly drunk enough to tell you anything you want to know. That's the kind of girl I am. If I like a person, I'll tell them anything they want to know. Just ask me. Go ahead, ask me.”
“It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.”
“MOMMMM, I'm thirsty... What's this, just water?”
“Is it weird that I feel so close to you even though you're hundreds of miles away and we've only met once? I hope not. I'm glad that you're in my life. ~Lila”