inplete。 “Yeah； things worked out。” Dan shrugged。
“You and Serena seem good together；” Vanessa offered after a pause。 She’d never really talked about Dan’s relationship with Serena before。
“Yeah； she’s great；” Dan said distantly。 Serena was great。 But no matter what； they didn’t have as strong a connection as he described in the poems he wrote about their relationship。 It wasn’t the marriage of two minds； not really。 It was more like falling in love with an illusion of perfection。
Sounds like we’ve got the beginnings of another poem。
Just then； the buzzer rang。
“Saved by the bell。” Vanessa grinned as she stood up and pulled a twenty from the back pocket of her tight black jeans。 After paying the delivery boy； she set the steaming box of pizza on the coffee table in the living room。
She grabbed a slice of pizza and sat cross…legged on the scuffed hardwood floor。 This was what she was going to miss： the Humphreys’ fortably ramshackle apartment； Marx； Norma； and the overarching feeling of pride that somehow； despite all odds； she’d transformed from the scrappy； friendless daughter of hippie parents from Vermont into an inspiring young filmmaker who mattered。
Dan grabbed a slice and sat down next to her。 A glob of sauce landed on the front of his brown sweater。
Vanessa cracked a grin。 “I’d have thought you’d have better manners four years later； that’s for sure；” she said as he dabbed the sauce away with a paper napkin。
“That’s for sure；” Dan said sheepishly as he leaned against the couch and took a large bite of pizza。 Vanessa smiled fondly at him。 It was cute the way he’d spilled all over himself。 It was nice to know that some things would always stay the same。
Another small glob of sauce dripped from D