No map, no group chat, no cab app. Just mascara and hope. A dead battery is how a cute night turns into a survival plot.
Tag: phones
I do not compete with a lock screen. Eyes on me. Hands on me. If you can scroll you are not as into this, mouth.
Unavailable is not mysterious. It is unpaid labour I do in my head. If he wanted to, that message would already be sitting right there.