seventy two- a world where appearance mattered

As Mello drove back home, a heavy weight of disappointment settled over him like a thick fog. The memory of Lisa's absence lingered in his mind, leaving him feeling lost and alone.

With each passing mile, the road stretched out before him like an endless expanse of emptiness, mirroring the hollow ache in his heart. He had hoped to see Lisa, to finally have the chance to speak to her and perhaps mend the fractured pieces of their past. But now, Mello couldn't shake the feeling of longing that gnawed at his insides and it almost looked like she was avoiding him.

But one thing that gave him assurance was the fact that he knew her residence and can visit again some other time.

As he drove through the bustling streets of Los Angeles, Mello's gaze drifted to the familiar landmarks that dotted the roadside. The day was still fresh, the sun casting a warm glow over the world around him.

He has nothing much to do at work and felt a grumble on his stomach.

Turning the wheel, Mello veered off t