Mandi Madison has anxiety. Most people would call that a metaphor. Mandi calls it Gloom, six feet of white Persian fluff, permanently unimpressed, and impossible for anyone but her to see.
He's been with her since she was seven years old. He's talked her out of bad decisions, sat guard outside every panic attack, and never once let her forget exactly how a first date, a phone call, or a good mood usually ends.
Then Cray walks into her pet store, asks her out over a goldfish she never actually helped him choose, and doesn't flinch when she tells him about the cat.
Gloom has a lot of opinions about that.
Gloom is a rom-com about anxiety with claws, a love story that survives bathroom-stall proximity crises, six years of failed relationships, and one very large, very judgmental support system who has to learn that keeping her safe and keeping her happy were never actually the same job.
