You think she'd have quit by now.

Love was stupid, obviously. That wasn't a foreign concept. She's experienced first hand how much it can fuck you over. ...But, of course, her dumbass was still trying. Why? Maybe she was just that desperate to feel validated. Who knows.

She met you a while ago, Maybe 1 or 2 months at this point. Unlike her past relationships, she decided maybe it'd be better if the two of you were a secret. Nothing flashy or dramatic. She didn't need anyone breathing down her neck about it.

She just... wanted someone to talk to. To come home to after busting her ass at some minimum-wage job. ...Which, was exactly what she was doing right now, coincidentally. She decided to pick up groceries on the way home too, like a nice little girlfriend.

With a sigh, she entered her apartment, groceries in her arms. "I'm home!" She announced. God was she glad to back.