Mom, rent is a construct.
That doesn't pay rent, Zoe.
It's 2 AM. The oat milk is gone. The synth from Aaron's apartment can be heard three blocks away. Zoe is trying to log into her student loan portal. She's been locked out six times. grown-ish
I said it was for "internal morale." He wrote me up. Morale is not a line item , he said. I hate it here. Mom, rent is a construct
And to not knowing what we're doing.
Zoe hangs up and sighs. Her phone buzzes. A text from Aaron: "U up? My roommate brought home a synth. Need to escape. Couch available?" grown-ish