He looked at her—really looked. “You can see that?”
“I know.” He turned a page. On it, she saw a drawing of a girl with a blue screen floating over her head. The girl was crying. “Where I came from, mods are banned. They said it makes life too easy. But I think…” He glanced at her hoodie, her un-modded hair, the small scar on her chin from falling off a bike at nine. “…I think mods make you forget what you actually feel.” girl life mods
The room felt quieter. The air smelled like rain. Somewhere outside, a real bird sang off-key. He looked at her—really looked
