Hey, can we talk?" Amanda asked Nina as she was talking to her over the phone while she was making lunch although she is a self published author, after all.
"Sure, what's up?" Nina asked.
"So um...how exactly does someone have deep conversations with someone they love?"
"Wait, so you haven't talked to him about the stuff you've been going through?" Nina asked.
"Well he asked me out of nowhere about my husband and I start having a panic attack as flashbacks of Reginald fled in through my mind, it was horrible." Amanda replied.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Nina asked shockingly.
Amanda started to break down as she started crying "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU TOLD ME TO INSTALL THE DAMN APP?!!" Amanda asked Nina yelling at her.
"I'm sorry but you're the one who's depressed to the point where you keep talking about how you want to feel "alive" again, if you're THAT desperate then why can't you hire a prostitute to take you?!" Nina asked.
"Because I can't! I'm not like that, you know me, Nina and I'm not desperate, you're the one who's desperate, I'm fine! I don't need some goddamn nobody to move on with my life." Amanda replied.
"Well, if you know what's good for you then you'll stay on the app." Nina proclaimed.
"It's not like you're going to find love again, anyway!" Nina added.
"You heartless bitch, thanks for nothing." Before Nina could reply Amanda hung up and finished her lunch.
Amanda sighed and then said "God, how the hell am I going to talk to Jordie, now? I'm hopeless."