
"Quite well, actually. This morning was pleasant, I took a small jog before work and collected a small bouquet of wild flowers for my apartment."
Cosette explained with a subdued cheery voice.
"Incidents? Ah, no, not any as bad as what you witnessed. As I explained, people are usually quite understanding about rejection."
Cosette said, her smile turning sheepish. She got hit on at least once every few days, to some extent. Usually it was whistles or catcalls, and those happened along the road Cosette took to and back from work. It passed by near the Strip. Cosette didn't like it, but it was an unfortunate truth someone who looked like her had to accept. People would never stop looking at her like, well, like she was just an object. Good people didn't, but he world didn't only have good people.