I logged in with a headache pounding like a street fight behind my eyes. There she was, waving at me again. She was bright, cheery, and obnoxiously cute with her smile, acting like nothing had happened.
Three fucking days with 0 progress because I'm stuck with a snob-ass player who only had 2 hours of gameplay each day. And I couldn't just kill her because… Boobs.
"Good morning!" Hailie signed, her avatar bouncing with joy, expression set to the emote with the cheerful eyes and tilted head.
I grunted and gave a half-hearted wave.
"Sorry I had to log off yesterday," she typed. "I need to help my sister with some tax stuff!"
I stared at her for a long five second with my brows in a sharp angle, and my face probably said it all for her. Tight lips, tired eyes, the thousand-yard-stare of a WWII vet hearingg German missiles in the distance.
"Only two hours a day?" I said aloud, considering she couldn't hear me anymore. "That's barely travelling time."
She stared at my lips. "What?"
