“Have a nice day!” the robotic cashier said as I pulled the box of chocolates from the counter and got into my car.
I had left the apartment without informing Chelsea where I was heading to, seeing Zain in that video had left me too perplexed to explain anything. It had been eight months since I had last seen him. Driving my way through the traffic, I left the city and took the highway. The excitement and liveliness could be seen all over my face. As I neared the junction, the car asked me for directions and displayed four different routes. I looked ahead and noticed the suspended boards that showed directions. I knew where I wanted to go. Selecting the route that I wanted, I smiled and drove ahead before taking the second right. I let the roof of my car collapse behind and basked in th
