"B*tch, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything? I just messaged you. Don't leave me on read!"
"I know, I saw it. I was just about to reply."
"What's taking you so long that you have to think so much? Did something happen that you don't want to tell me?"
"No?" This psycho, how does she always know?
"Then what is it? How are you doing? Are you sure you wanna go out tonight with that wimpy as* Mason?"
"Pff, hahaha! Wimpy as*? Why are you calling him that?"
"Because he's wimpy and he likes as*es. Whatever. How's your aromantic heart? Are you keeping it that way, or are those... feelings still lurking?"
"I'm working on it. Trying to keep it as cold as before," I answered sincerely, my tone turning serious.
"I see."
"Yup. Thanks for asking." I knew she didn't quite know what else to say.
"You biatch. I'm mourning with you. Don't forget that."
