"...Hmmm..."
"[Pandora, what are you doing?]" Fanni asks while we're on a video call. We do them often because Fanni likes talking to me and likes seeing me. Of course, I've positioned the phone at an angle where she can only see my face.
So she can't see that I'm naked on the sofa in my house while writing an emotional characterization diary. I've been writing it since I "came back" to myself, since my emotions started taking hold of my mind again.
"I'm just writing some things, no need to worry. Let's get back to the subject—is that meetup at the park still on?" She invited me a week ago to go to a park and eat an ice cream that only exists there.
A unique flavor, sold in single limited batches per day. We'd been planning it for a while, but the park is going bankrupt, so it has to happen soon.
