Lana is stuffing a handful of crisps in her mouth and chewing them loudly.
I brought a bunch of snacks with me and a big bottle of wine. Lorenzo dropped me here a couple of minutes ago. Damien wanted to drive me but he was drunk. And for the past thirteen minutes, I've just been watching Lana stuffing snacks in her mouth and filling up her glass of wine.
But I don't stop her.
She clearly needs the snacks and wine. It's obvious she's been crying. Her eyes are all sad and swollen. Her face is red and puffy. Her hair is shaggy. That black t-shirt looks like it's been stuck on her skin for the past one week. She's a fùcking mess. But her livingroom is an even bigger mess. Dirty dishes and half cigarettes on the table. Dirty cups of coffee sitting on the couch. Bottles of wine scattered on
