and she asked me, with her red hair, after I'd understood her story was about herself
(an easy guess, though she seemed so surprised)
"why it had to be about sex"or something to that effect.
and I answered "why not"? or something to that effect.

in another apartment, later, I was gifted caramels, and slept alone on a sofa
but the caramels were lost, somewhere

and I haven't seen any of them
in years now.