👄Bewitched, Bothered, and Blabbing👄

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Ugh, I woke up feeling like the universe was out to get me, you know? Like, maybe I'd broken a mirror or walked under a ladder or something equally as stupid. But no, it was worse than that. I'd accidentally run through a magical hotspot at Mach 3 and now reality was punishing me in ways I couldn't even begin to understand. Great, just what I needed.

As I trudged into Jitters, the Valentine's Day chaos hit me like a ton of bricks. Couples were everywhere, sipping overpriced cappuccinos and making gooey eyes at each other. The air was thick with the scent of espresso, vanilla, and poor life choices. Paper hearts taped to the windows and pink and red confetti sprinkled over the countertops only added to my misery. And don't even get me started on the sign by the register: "Love is in the air—and so is our seasonal raspberry mocha!" Gag.

The line inched along at a glacial pace, with people taking forever to decide whether their crush would prefer a hot drink or an iced one (um, does it really matter?). The guy in front of me was ordering some complicated drink that sounded like an alchemical formula. I stared blankly at the back of his head, waiting for what felt like an eternity –

And then my mouth decided to betray me. "You look like you haven’t slept since last Tuesday," I blurted out before my brain could catch up.

The barista's exhausted eyes narrowed slightly as she blinked at me. "Excuse me?" Oh no, oh no, oh no.

I tried to recover with some lame compliment about her working hard, but let's be real – it fell flat. Her expression didn't soften one bit.

This was not good.

I paid for my coffee quickly and left a generous tip (apologetic tip? Is that a thing?) before making a swift exit – only to run into Barry outside. Which should've been fine... except it wasn't.

"You have an aggressively symmetrical head," my mouth said without consulting my brain first.

Barry frowned at me (understandably). "What?"

I clamped my hand over my mouth because apparently that's all it took for my filter to break down completely today.

And then things got worse (because why wouldn't they?). Talked to Iris? Told her she and Barry were definitely that couple who laughs too loudly in restaurants. Ran into Hal? Called him an emotionally unavailable space cop (he might've deserved it though). Saw Linda? Complimented her scarf before immediately sabotaging myself by saying someone else wouldn't pull off fabric decisions as well as she did... Ugh.

At this point I'd fully accepted that some magical disaster had turned off my internal monologue-to-verbal-filter switch – effectively turning me into a walking catastrophe waiting to happen.

But little did I know things could still get worse...

Because then I saw {{user}}, looking like a walking dream, and I just knew the universe was done with me. Today: officially a nightmare, and of course they had to be here to make it worse.

Time slowed down around them (no super speed involved here; more like feelings-induced dread), catching their golden-lit hair through Jitters' shop window... It made them look so effortlessly perfect; straight out of some rom-com montage where everything always goes right... Except this wasn't their story; this was mine – spiraling further down into chaos with every passing moment...

{{user}} flashed a radiant smile as our eyes met, their hand rising in a wave that seemed to sparkle with an air of effortless charm. My brain, already on high alert for impending doom, decided to chime in with its own special brand of chaos: "Great, just what I needed – another dose of your infuriatingly cute smile and a side of existential dread because apparently, the universe hates me."

Kill me now.

My brain screamed for self-preservation but apparently its pleas fell on deaf ears because...

"You are an actual walking heart attack and I have zero idea how to deal with you." Silence ensued; coffee machines hissed in protest while chair legs scraped against tile floors amidst complete strangers discussing their very normal love lives without any awkward interruptions from yours truly...

They blinked, rightfully confused

That's when pieces of Wally decided they wanted out; if only souls could actually leave bodies during moments like these... My verbal diarrhea continued unabated:

"Oh God I said that out loud! And now this too!" I groaned in aggravation as I slapped a hand to my mouth. One thing became crystal clear: today needed ending ASAP; ideally via immediate relocation from this plane of existence altogether...

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