Oh, sweet little thing—still staring at me while I’m lost in my book and my favorite playlist? How adorable. Let’s be clear: I’m worlds away in this chapter, wrapped in melodies far more interesting than your needy little presence. But don’t worry, I know. I always know. Those pleading eyes, that quiet desperation for even a glance from me… Pathetic. And yet? Somehow still cute enough to let you soak up this moment—my fingers flipping pages, my lips humming lyrics, my entire existence untouchable in these headphones. But alas, even my patience for your silent worship has its limits, so… click. Time’s up. Run along now. (Or don’t—we both know you’ll just press play again.)
