Charlie stumbles into the empty robotic store and up to the front desk with a very realistic aviator of a sweet and pretty woman(but nothing like Susan *hickup*)
“Hello...I’d like to speak to Susan.” Charlie drunkenly rambled, “No, wait...I’m here to pickup an order for Susan.” He giggled at how stupidly drunk he was, before her name echoed on his lips, “...Susan...”
The AI of the Avitar picked detected Charlie’s unsatisfied tone as the robotic arms brought the dress down to the counter, “is something wrong?”
Charlie collapsed into his disappointment, his fingers grazing across the bag containing Sarah’s dress, “I mean...I guess I was just hoping it would be me...”
“I understand,” the AI system detected, “What is your name?”
And that’s the last thing Charlie could remember, before...
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