I scroll up rapidly and see that my first text to her wasn't actually at the top. She must have created this before responding to me! Fingers swiping to get back to the bottom, I see she isn't done with what she's doing to me.
A: [This one too - from when we were walking. Only had a couple seconds to know I was taking it.]
This photo shows me mid-conversation away from the restaurant, gesturing with a smug smile because of something I'd just replied to. There's something slightly alive and further confident in my expression that I rarely see in mirrors on my own.
A: [You're going to kill it at the interview. Speaking of which, let me text my colleague now while I remember...]
K: [Interview?]
C: [Anise, it's late. Can't this wait until morning?]
> And in private. I don't understand why she thought doing this was alright! <
A: [Nope! Strike while the iron is hot. Can't risk him finding someone subpar. One sec...]
