Knock, knock, knock.

Shittake… I forgot all about Harmony. She’s going to hate me.

Harmony: [yelling from the front door] You better have a good reason for standing me up again, Cosmo! There is only so much of this a girl can take!

She walks into the room and looks right at me. The anger on her face melts away and her feature becomes soft. I know doesn’t mean to, but I hate when she looks at me like that… like I’m a broken toy that she wants to fix…

…what she doesn’t realize is that she can’t.

Harmony: You called him again, didn’t you?

Cosmo: Maybe…

Harmony: How did it go?

Cosmo: I’m sure you can guess.

Harmony: Maker… how long are you going to keep doing this to yourself, Cos?