Simp No More, Thanks
Where was Shay before all this?
[Still... he's clearly wrecked now. Couldn't she give him one more shot?]
I didn't even glance his way. Just raised a hand and grabbed a cab.
As the door shut, I caught one last glimpse through the window—the same guy who once strutted around like he owned the world, now crouched on the sidewalk, face buried in his hands, sobbing.
Back home, I watched the Chat Feed spiral and let out a sharp laugh.
[Ley-Bae, pls, reformed bad boys are literally endgame. Just give Shay-Shay another shot. You two are the official ship!]