Did you say you were coming for fintechs?
No! Only for the derby baby,
it’s a hot game. Oh!
What’s up? Look at who it is!
I found this one scrambling around on the floor,
babbling about a broken phone…
Okay. And I had to ply her with at least,
six margaritas to get your deep dirty secrets.
No, I am in no way drunk.
Ha! But I do…
I do love this human.
It's a soft shirt.
Anyways!
I’m never gonna get laid with two beautiful, highly strung siblings
cramping my style -
Well, you were amazing.
No like, literally, you are f*****g amazing.
Also, just for the record,
I did not tell him you were down here, he already knew
because, of course, he did.
I mean, s**t.
I know. I realise that now.
Oh.
Turns out the Great White might have had ulterior motives
sending me down here.
It seems he’s been busy getting the Workus deal
over the line in my absence.
Big on family values, the Workus shareholders.
Better sit this one out buddy.
Also, some bad news, yeah.
That hostile takeover I came down here for,
yeah that hot fintech company actually just hired a…
new consultant Head of Strategy
who may have tipped them off
on the Great White’s advances and suggested that they attack.
Oh God! How is he going to take that?
Hmm, not well. Yeah, no.
Also, I am having
some deep organisational issues on a personal level
that require significant software rebooting.
I am burned out. Yeah,
I am going to take some time off.
What are you going to do?
The f**k if I know.
Just be.
Ari,
I wanted to tell you, I know the person you are,
and that person is incredibly strong and brave.
The determination you have, I am just in awe of that,
and maybe a bit jealous too.
I think I am going to head back to mine,
do you want to come?
I think I am going to ride this wave out.
I love you. Love you.
Howdy.
Mya?
F**k!
You asked me what I really wanted,
that night at you car.
I am going to admit something to you now.
I want to be a star.
I want to make records, to headline shows,
to sing my songs in front of thousands of people.
I want stadiums and tour buses and people asking me
what I had for breakfast, like somehow that matters.
All of it. The whole thing.
But mainly I want to sing because it’s the only thing I can do,
the only thing I am built for.
And if I stay around here, that’s not going to happen.
If I stay here, I am going to fall in love
and the whole thing would be so goddamn cute and grossly wonderful
that nothing will ever happen.
I am sorry for taking your words, I really am.
But it made me see that I need to be braver,
to stop running away from the world.
I owe it to myself to make my dreams happen,
to at least try. Just me.
Oh, and sorry about the car too.
I realise that this is classic behaviour
of what Ari would call a little rich bitch from the Upper East Side.
But I am trying. I really am.
And as a wise person once said:
“Borrowed, not stolen.” I hope you’ll understand.
I already told you Le Rêve is not a place where dreams are made.
But maybe it’s somewhere to lick your wounds, to heal your bruises.
I think it might be good for you Noa.
Good for you to stop running.
You’ll find the key to my apartment under the broken pot by the door.
If you 'do' keys.
Stay for 6 days or 6 months,
the rent's all paid.
Speaking of Ari, maybe you should look out for them too.
They might seem like they have a pole stuck up their ass at first
but they’re actually really fun.
And, like, a good person too.
Your sister.
Ah… yeah.
She’ll be back though, right?
Do you want a coffee?
Yeah. OK.
Maybe you’ll be here when I come back.
Maybe you won’t.
But I hope you will.
Yours, Mya.