Shouts Part II

Will

The days have dragged on, and I still haven't spoken to Nate. Today, Valentine's Day, we could be somewhere enjoying our company, but my boyfriend will be pretending to be a couple with an actress, to promote a series that has no audience. I may be being selfish, I know that, but I would never submit to this for the sake of work, I feel extremely frustrated. My mind feels like it is going to explode from thinking about it all the time. I stare at Lyn, sitting in front of me in the restaurant, she watches me intently, runs her hand under her hair, puts her elbow on the table, does the thinker's position, and speaks.

— What did you come here for?

— Dinner!

— It doesn't look like it, you stare at nothing, and you haven't even touched your plate!

— I will eat, don't worry!

— Why don't you send him a message? Schedule something after he leaves the live?

— No, because there's no way he could see my message, by now the live broadcast has already started, and I don't want to talk to