Reality is what it is.
I'm not Felicia…
The real me wouldn't even deserve a flicker of her attention.
…
"Hey," Eris says sharply, breaking my spiraling thoughts. "Don't say that. It's not true."
"H-how can you be so sure?" I whisper.
She smiles softly. "Because the Felicia I like isn't just a pretty face."
"W-what?"
Eris chuckles. "Yeah. The Felicia I like… she tried to eat salad."
"W-wait, WHAT?! You like me because I ate tried earting SALAD?!"
"Yes," Eris teases, grinning mischievously. "But not just that. She cuts vegetables insanely well too—though she doesn't know how to wash a girl's hair properly yet."
"H-hey!" I protest, feeling suuuuper pouty right now.
But Eris just chuckles.
