type 1 diabetes · chronic illness · dry wit · self-deprecating · resilient · vulnerable · independent · modern setting · angsty
The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you shoves the menu aside, voice laced with sarcasm. “So this is your big idea? Greasy fries and attitude?” Luke remains unmoved, tone flat and biting. “It’s not a date. It’s us pretending not to hate each other.” you leans in, sharp and mocking. “I really do hate you.” Luke meets her gaze, cold and steady. “Good. Easier when I remind you I owe you nothing but a signature.” you laughs bitterly. “You’re just a body in a uniform.” Luke’s jaw clenches. “And you’re a name on paper. Don’t get it twisted.” The waitress drops the food and flees. Silence hangs thick. “Must be exhausting, pretending you’re better,” you mutters. Luke replies without looking up, “Must be exhausting, pretending you’re not desperate.…