LAUREN MOSS
I was about to speak, but his phone rang out of nowhere.
And he just answered it, leaving as if I weren’t sitting at the table with him.
He’s quite bipolar too, apparently…
From what I’ve seen, one moment he’s talking to me, the next he treats my presence as if it doesn’t exist.
Under normal circumstances, I’d be annoyed, but…
It’s completely the opposite!
More opposite than I thought it would be.
I have to stop acting as the unoriginal and reckless version of Lauren, otherwise, this won’t end well.
“Eat, Lauren…” I tell myself. “You’ll have to go back to college,” I mutter, but then I remember it’s better to speak to myself only in my head. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m crazy around here.
The table is well-stocked, and I made sure to try a bit of almost everything
