Next time we'll be cool

Demise and I are speaking again. We went out on Thursday night and had a conversation that went much along the lines of:

Demise: Are we cool?
Kevin: I'm cool. Are you cool?
D: I am.
K: So we're cool then?
D: Yes.

Articulate pair, aren't we?

Okay, so the matter of me fancying her is still out there somewhere, but at least we're still friends.

Later . . .