Sun

“Wasn’t that a bit presumptuous?”
“What was?”
“Bringing your sunglasses.”
“Well, it’s more of a ‘just in case’ situation.”
“Uh huh.”
“Don’t give me that! I like you, you like me, we have good sex, it’s normal that I bring my sunglasses in case I spend the night.”
“Good sex?”
“Yeah. Last time I got a huge headache all day because I went home with no sunglasses and the fucking sun was blazing in my face.”
“Good sex?”
“Yeah and, I mean, come on, if in the end I don’t spend the night then it’s okay, they don’t weigh much.”
“Good sex?”
“Yes! Why do you keep repeating that?”
“Oh, nothing. Just, you know, offended.”
“Why? Good isn’t bad.”
“It’s not great either.”
“Och, don’t be such a silly sod.”
“I am not being silly, I want to give you great sex!!”
“So I need the sunglasses then?”
“You little… Grr.”
“No?”
“Yes! For fuck’s sake, you need those bloody sunglasses.”