He looked up. His eyes were red. "I lost my job. My fiancée left. And I just found out I have to move out by Friday. I have nowhere to go. No skills. No plan."
"Scraps," Lovita said. "Leftover cheese, old spinach, a broken egg. The stuff everyone else throws away." lovita fate
For the first time, he smiled. A small, cracked thing, but a smile nonetheless. "My name is Eli. I used to be a logistics manager. I organized warehouses. I knew where every single box went. But I don't know where I go." He looked up