Date = 7 April (about 1 in the morning)
Two days and a bit — that’s how long the robot has been avoiding me
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)
POV - Aria
“I miss you so much,” Mel swoons into her phone, her voice dripping with the kind of warmth that could thaw an iceberg. She’s talking to her lover, and here I am, standing ten feet away, marinating in my own jealousy like some pathetic rom-com extra.
Envious? Absolutely. Of their bond. Their affection. Their mutual obsession.
Meanwhile, I’m over here pining after a bloody robot who forgets I exist roughly every other hour.
Without even thinking about my actions, I hand a guy a beer, take his money, and stash it in the cash register. My body’s on autopilot while my brain nose-dives into a bottomless pit of misery.
I want that. True lo
