The Thumbs-Up of Doom

Thu, 12 Mar 2026 17:33:33 +0000

The ride to the metro station felt like a march toward a firing squad. Rohan gripped the handlebars of his bike, his knuckles white. He had checked his phone exactly forty-seven times in the last hour, hoping for a follow-up message—a curse word, a complaint, anything—to follow the single thumbs-up Rosy had sent him at midnight.