Hahaa… don’t apologize. They are fuckers. I made those especially for you.
Lucky:
The three I have left are pretty special.
There’s a pause where I wait for a message, and the result of those minutes when I’m alone leaves me short another cupcake.
Finally, a message pings on my screen.
Dollancie:
Where are you?
Lucky:
Why? You wanna watch me eat?
Dollancie:
I just wanna see if your eyes are as pretty as mine.
I don’t think it’s fair that I’ve never seen your face.
Lucky:
Life isn’t fair, my sweet Dollie.
Dollancie:
Not another new pet name?
I thought you were settled on unicorn girl?
Lucky:
Still am.
But maybe I should have stuck with cupcake.
They’re sweet, like you.
Yeah, I’m cringing, too.
Another cupcake lets me forget my shame, thanks to the amazing taste claiming all my senses.
Dollancie:
Good, because that was kinda lame.
I need a name for you.
Lucky:
You have Lucky.
Dollancie:
Doesn’t everyone call you that?
