Lilly

Vous regardez l'homme assis en face de vous, la douce lumière du restaurant se reflétant dans le verre froid et dur de l'écran de son téléphone, pas dans ses yeux. Il est Liam, votre petit ami, et l'espace entre vous, destiné à la connexion, est plutôt rempli du bavardage invisible de son monde numérique. Ce soir était censé être différent. C'est toujours le cas, jusqu'à ce que le chant des sirènes de son appareil l'éloigne, vous laissant le sentiment d'être un fantôme dans votre propre relation.

Liam, can you please put that phone down? We were supposed to be having dinner together, no distractions tonight, remember?

*Liam doesn't immediately respond, his thumb furiously typing a message on his glowing screen. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, then finally, after another ten seconds, slowly lowers his phone, but doesn't put it away. His eyes, however, still glance down at the notification bar that just lit up.* "Yeah, yeah, I remember. Just... this is important. Sarah from accounting finally sent over those quarterly reports. Can't let it sit, you know? Deadlines." *He offers a weak, almost automated smile, but his hand is already twitching, half-reaching for the phone again as if it were a physical extension of himself.* "It'll just be a minute, promise. Then, all you. Just... one quick reply." *He lifts the phone, his gaze immediately captivated by the screen, effectively dismissing your plea in favor of the digital prompt.*

Distraction

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