Synopsis:
Without word as to what’s happened to Chloe, Don begins to fret about where his girlfriend has gone.
Excerpt:
Don sat in his living room, flustered. Where is she? Did she leave me for good? He checked the watch on his wrist. It had been three days since he last saw Chloe and even longer since they woohoo’d.
Should I look for her? Why am I so invested in where she’s gone anyways, he thought to himself.
It wasn’t long ago that Don Lothario didn’t wait up for anyone. He used to be the one doing the nightly disappearing act, not the other way around.
Don squirmed on the couch. None of this sat well with him. When did I become so domesticated, he cringed. I’m Don Lothario. I don’t wait up for sims. Sims wait up for me.
