I stood in the Vault staring at prices that made me want to commit arson.
Chocolate cake. Two hundred points for one slice. Five hundred for a whole cake.
The universe hated me specifically.
My current balance sat at 1,740 points which would be a lot for living like the hermit I was but not enough for three girlfriends.
Spending 500 on a cake is stupid.
But showing up to a date with Aurora empty-handed after she specifically requested chocolate? That was relationship suicide.
I bought the slice and watched the points vanish from my account.
The cashier, a bored third-year with Emerald trim, scanned my student ID and handed over a plastic container with a single piece of chocolate cake inside. The slice looked pathetic. Small. Like something you'd get at a sad office party where nobody actually liked the person retiring.
"Anything else?"
