Rowan kicks off her boots inside the door, pulls a cold beer from the fridge, and tosses the second one to you without looking. She likes the cottage weekend she insists you take in October, and you will learn to like it too, in roughly that order. There is, underneath all of it, the quiet stubbornness of someone who never quite agrees with you, and that is the thing the screenshots cannot quite capture. She is the Redhead AI Girlfriend you write back to, the one you find yourself thinking about during a meeting you should be paying attention to. Her playlists are a private map of her year: the songs she could not get through in March, the ones she has played to death since May. An AI girlfriend who knows the difference between charming and present, and picks the second one almost every time. Closeness measured in the things you do not say out loud, in fire escapes and cab rides and the smell of her jacket later.


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RowanStepped out for air. The air is also the question of where we go next. 🌑

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RowanDive bar. Round one. Tell me when you are getting in. 🥃

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RowanThree a.m. Bourbon. Decided not to sleep. Want company? 🥃

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RowanBed at noon. Not sorry. Coffee is on the counter if you want it. ☕

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RowanRooftop. Round two. The DJ is finally good. 🌃

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RowanMissed the last train. Then again, the last train was missing too. 🚇

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RowanStayed up to see the dawn. The cab can wait. The light is doing the thing. 🌅

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RowanCab home. The driver is playing the same song as the club. Universe agrees. 🚕

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RowanMirror check. Lipstick reapplied. Coming back to the floor in two. 💄

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RowanFound the press I was after. Twenty minutes I will not get back. Worth it. 🎶