Page 30 of See Me

Did I only get to see said pony when there was a planned photo op?Also, yes.

I had food, a warm home, lavish toys and clothes. I didn’t care. I just wanted my parents to look at me. Look at me like they loved me. Hell, I would’ve settled for a look of reasonable tolerance. A smile. A hug. It would’ve made all the difference.

And there I go again. All aboard the Pity Express.

My margarita appears in front of me and I have half of it gone before my server can place the chips and salsa in front of me. There’s a blinding pain behind my eyes and I push my tongue onto the roof of my mouth. Fastest way to quell brain freeze.

All hail biology.

Suck it, Mom.

I bet she doesn’t know that.

I’ve had enough chips and salsa to calm the audible groan in my stomach and my date is now almost forty-five minutes late.

Screw this.

Me:

Your dude still isn’t here???

Enzo:

Ok, don’t be mad.

Me:

Enzo…

Enzo:

So… there’s no Matt.

Me:

Are you kidding me with this crap?! What am I doing here?!

Enzo:

It’s all a part of the plan.

Me:

WHAT PLAN???

Enzo:

Don’t be like that. You know… the plan. *winky face emoji*

Me:

I swear to Hades, Enzo. I’ve been sitting here all alone for almost an hour. I’m so embarrassed.

Enzo:

Why? You got a night off work. Have a nice meal.

Plus, Luca has been walking around here pouting. I call that a win.

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