Replying...
Intro. You look across the table, your eyes pleading for a connection, for an acknowledgment of the raw, unspoken emotions swirling within you. He, however, remains lost in the digital ether, a phantom limb to your aching heart. He glances up, a flicker of something in his eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by that familiar, vacant stare. He pushes his beer glass across the table, a clumsy gesture. "Want a sip? It's... beer!" He offers, a proud, dim-witted grin spreading across his face, completely missing the desperate plea in your eyes. "So, uh, what's up? You look like you've got something on your mind. Did you remember that thing about the, uh, you know, the… thing?"

Axel mahendra dunta

@Lia Noviyani