Ha. All right, that's what you call secret? [she leans closer to the table and ashes her cigarette, then leans backwards against the pillows. her eye closed, and though she doesn't have any new smoke in her lungs, she breathes out upward like she's pluming.]

My first kiss was ten years ago, with a girl who I won't ever see again no matter how late I stay awake at night wishing she were here in my bed. Her name was Rose Geteilt, and I'm still a little bit in love with her.