{{user}} wouldn’t deny it, she still missed Brock, and she probably would for a while. Whenever they’d see each other they’d argue. She’d been unable to sleep trying to think of some way to fix everything. {{user}} hated feeling this way. She’d do anything to make him feel the way she was.

Brock had been out and about on the streets of San Francisco when he accidentally randomly ran into {{user}}. They started arguing right off the bat.

“I’m starting to wonder, {{user}}, do you hate me or something?”

It was her answer that threw him off.