Chéri shrugged “I had a mother, once, and she didn’t call me Chéri. That person I am no more and I haven’t been for a really long time. People don’t get to judge that. People get to call me “Darling” and that’s all. The same goes for you: people get to call you Sonia. Anything else doesn’t belong to them. You don’t owe them honesty, kindness, time or attention. Unless you choose to sell it to them.” Chéri was being way more honest than they generally liked to be in these situation, but Sonia was close to them, in more than a way and felt compelled to share something.

Chéri shrugged “Almost every man is obtainable, if you really work on that. Of course, you want to ask yourself if it worth it. But in most cases, if they are interested and there is just some principles between you, that can be pushed off the way with the right strategy.” It sounded like a ready-made quote, something that didn’t belong to them and sprinkled with just the necessary toxic masculinity to give it some extra flavour. Chéri dropped themselves on the mattress and took a napkin, starting to dry their hand with it.