Annie's holding my hand. This is cool. Cool, cool, cool.
I know I should be watching Inspector Time Space but she's sat right next to me. So close I can smell that she's been using the bath products Shirley got her as a Christmas present. It's guava. I didn't care about guavas until this Christmas. I didn't know what guavas even smelt like, and now 303 smells like guavas all the time; it's heavenly. I should thank Shirley.
The first time I noticed her smell was when I was Don Draper. I'm not sure what it was but her old apartment smelled the same. I tried explaining it to Troy, I thought seeing has he was in the same class as her for all of high school he would know it too, but he didn't, and part of me is happy about that.
She's sat on the arm of the chair like when Chandler and Phoebe sang David Allan Coe together, it totally backs up the character parallel we have. Had. Chandler and Phoebe never lived together, we live together.
Everybody's laughing at the Christmas special; it's making her hand shake a little. Her hand is really soft, it's cool. Cool, cool, cool. Last time we held hands was an accident and it didn't fluster her. In shows she would've been flustered. I was flustered. We were watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off and eating popcorn and our hands brushed in the bowl. For a split second I thought it was Troy's hand, and then I realised it was smaller than mine. I wasn't flustered until I realised which cliché we had crossed. Most movie couples pass it, but it should be the girl who gets flustered. She would be flustered if it was Jeff; if it was high-school Troy.
Don Draper wouldn't be flustered.