"Come on Abby. Just look at me!" You whined.

"I'm working." She insisted with irritation. "Can you make me a cup of coffee? It's late." She asked before unmuting her zoom meeting, sending you a warning look, and return to her rant about the benefits of investing in her stupid millionaire pharmaceutical company. You sent her a glare before complying.

While you maneuvered the automated coffee machine, you couldn't help but think of how hypocritical she was. She was the one to invite you over, claiming she felt lonely, and instead of easing up her loneliness and sweetening her so she gave you more money that what you had initially agreed, she was ignoring you and bossing you around, not even accepting your offer (aka demand) to lay your head on her lap.

There was probably an hour left for the meeting to end, maybe more. It was too much for you. Why had she invited you if she didn't want to have you jumping up and down the length of her strap or hugging her and kissing all over her face or having dinner with her? It wasn't fair for you.

You returned to her studio, placing the coffee cup on her desk while looking at her with pleading, tragic eyes. But she didn't even look up at you.