---2 weeks later---
"NOO! FUDGE YOU CREEPER!" I scream at the "You died" screen in Minecraft. I grabbed my head and leaned back in my chair. "And I was on Hardcore! FUDGE YOU GAME!" I said while flashing that ring finger. I stood up and backed away from the computer before faceplanting my couch. "What to do now?" I ask myself.
These past two weeks have been hard, shifting through newspapers trying to find a job. I just need a break. My life feels complete, besides a job. But something's missing. Something I desperately need. But what?
I walk to the kitchen and make a quick egg. Who cares that it's three in the afternoon. 42, budder, and cookies. Your argument is invalid.
I sat at the wooden table and began to eat. I was thinking through my day, all of the e-mails and hours wasted. But realization hit me like a smack to the face.
I had set the table for two, and there was only one. A tear rolled down my cheek. My hands were shaking now, and my eyes were probably puffy and red. I walked away from the table, egg still on my plate. I walked to the bathroom and stared at the mirror over the sink. A girl with long thick blond hair, blue eyes, bronze glasses, and freckles stared back. I wasn't cute, I knew that. But that doesn't mean I deserve to be alone. I had had enough. I needed a gameplan.
Operation Table for Two has been activated.
