BRIDGET: Everyone watched it. We’re all really proud of you around here.
CRAIG: Hey, have you ever thought about making Cross Stitch a niche online business? Marketed to hockey players. Guys could FedEx their suits or jeans to you and you could do Zoom consultations.
BRIDGET: I have, actually. My dad’s been building me a website for the past three years.
BRIDGET: Just kidding. I have thought aboutit, because I could get a lot of business from the Vancouver and Calgary teams.
CRAIG: Fuck those guys.
CRAIG: Sorry. Yes. You could get a lot of business.
CRAIG: But also please don’t fuck those guys.
BRIDGET: Where is this sudden interest in my alterations business coming from, might I ask?
CRAIG: I’ve always been interested in your alterations business. It was just a thought I had. See you in a couple of days if you’re around.
BRIDGET: I’ll be around.
CRAIG: Wheels down in Vancouver, Stitch. You around?
BRIDGET:
CRAIG: Fuck. Stay like that. Don’t move.
BRIDGET: I can’t hold this position for four hours.
CRAIG: Fuck you look hot.
CRAIG: You changed your hair.
BRIDGET: It’s like two inches shorter, that’s the only change.
CRAIG:
BRIDGET: If my haircut is what’s drawing your attention then I think I’m doing this wrong.
CRAIG: Stitch, you’re doing absolutely everything right. Trust me.
CRAIG: Although, sending me this pic when I’m in a public place is wrong. Just wrong.
BRIDGET: See you soon…
Last September
CRAIG: Hey. You left while I was sleeping.
BRIDGET: Yeah, I figured you’d be in a rush to get to the airport. I didn’t want to get in your way.
CRAIG: I like it when you’re in my way.
BRIDGET: It’s getting harder for me to say goodbye to you, Craig. Have a safe trip.
CRAIG: Hey. Are you okay?
BRIDGET: I am! You have to get to the airport. Have a good trip.
BRIDGET: It was a good summer. A great summer.