The future rose up ahead of her, a succession of empty days, each more daunting and unknowable than the one before her.
Oh you know me. I have no emotions. I'm a robot. Or a nun. A robot nun.
People change, no use getting sentimental about it. Move on, find someone else.
I would never complain about One Day taking off but it made me painfully self-conscious for a long time.
Mortified at the speed with which intimacy evaporates.
She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down to? Romantic love, is this all it is, a talent show?