kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.
“Okay.” She gave a restricted nod because of the pillow upon which she’d rested her head. Respecting his wishes, even if they didn’t sound that forceful, always seemed like the right idea. Honestly, she still didn’t know what she was truly dealing with despite leaning small pieces of who he was. The puzzle wasn’t complete yet. “I think so, you might think it’s stupid. It is funny though and then ten year anniversary is coming up really soon. You should take her word more often not all desperate love stories are bad.” Sophia smiled softly.
“Mean Girls.” He repeated the words as if they were a joke. A ten year anniversary? People really paid to see those things? Jasper fiddled with the ends of his blanket while he listened to her talk about a movie that he’d probably never watch in his life. “Well, I’m not really the hopeless romantic type.” He said, as if it weren’t already obvious. “Like, I usually spend my time doing lines, y'know?” It wasn’t a secret, after all. She saw that as soon as she walked inside his house. “You know what we should watch together? Prison Break. Oh, that’s a really good show.”