“Crippling regret and isolative ramen for one,” please.
Little did I know I’d been watched, at faster than the speed of light, in the time before my arrival. Having seen what happened between me and my ex, well it’d inspired the naming of the Tuesday night special at Zilla’s Olympus Mons. Of all the diners I decide to make a stop at, I choose the only one in the system serving bona fide human emotions.
I deserved a discount at the least.