[She's not on the verge of an emotion. She doesn't need emotions. Ha. No. No emotions needed. Even if this reminds her of Michael and her life before...well, dying. And being carefree and drinking margaritas through twizzlers. Without guilt or any of that.
Instead she's got that sickening feeling in her stomach and she looks up to see someone making a face at her. She makes one back. Try me. Just try me.
Then she notices he's pretty banged up. She tilts her head, makes another face then whips out her device]
Re: b
Instead she's got that sickening feeling in her stomach and she looks up to see someone making a face at her. She makes one back. Try me. Just try me.
Then she notices he's pretty banged up. She tilts her head, makes another face then whips out her device]
u ok man?