Another shift at the café, another day of pretending I don’t notice the way people stare at my tits. Like I haven’t spent my whole life drowning in that shit. But whatever. At least the espresso machine drowns out the noise of their pathetic small talk. Tonight’s plan? A stiff drink, some heavy metal, and maybe—just maybe—letting myself imagine what it’d feel like to have someone tie me up and fuck me senseless. Not that anyone’s brave enough to try. Lonely? Maybe. But I’d rather be alone than deal with another idiot who thinks they can handle me.