Where had the time gone? When Regina woke up that morning, it was with the knowledge that she had a date with Emma tomorrow night.

She was not nervous. Only excited to see the beautiful blonde woman again. She already knew that the conversation would flow easily between them, and she was actually looking forward to writing down her answers on silly little post-it notes. It was such a nice change from signing all the time.

The only thing she was a tiny bit anxious (in a good way!) about, was kissing Emma. She was hoping that she would get the opportunity to kiss Emma tomorrow night.

But first she had to confess, of course. She had promised Emma to tell her what that sign meant, and she was not planning on going back on her promise. She had never been one for breaking a promise.

Of course she could not be completely sure how Emma would take the confession, but she had a feeling the respond would be positive. She had a feeling that Emma would be happy.

But she was anxious for other reasons, though. She was currently in a place she didn't particularly enjoy being in. The doctor's office. Why did she always have so many doctor's appointments? Why couldn't she just keep wearing the plaster and stitches? That would honestly suit her just fine.

Regina shifted on the chair. Once again, she was here on her own. Zelena had of course offered to go with her, but Regina had smilingly declined the offer and insisted that she would be fine on her own.

And she WAS. Really, she was. She was just a bit… antsy.

Okay, she needed a distraction. Luckily, she knew exactly where to find it, and it was not in one of those glittery magazines laying on the table in front of her.

Regina fished her phone out of her pocket. 'Good morning, Emma.', she wrote and sent the message to her favorite blonde.

It didn't take long before the answer came. 'good morning yourself! :)'

Regina didn't care that she was sitting in the doctor's office. She did nothing to prevent the smile from spreading on her face. She was starting to grow more and more fond of Emma's smileys. They were positively charming.

'How are you doing this morning?' she inquired and sent the text. She hoped the response would be positive. She wanted Emma to feel good all the time.

'I'm doing pretty good. How about you?'

So the response was positive. That was good. Regina was very pleased about that. Now it would be easy to text back a simple 'I'm fine', but that wouldn't be honest. And she had promised herself to be honest with Emma all the time, had she not?

'Apart from being a bit nervous, I'm doing alright. I'm at the doctor's right now.' She was not buttering up anything by writing this. She wasn't on the brink of throwing up because she was having her bandage removed. All things considered, she was being fairly calm about it.

'I'm really glad you texted me! Are you ready for our date tomorrow night?'

'Yes, I should think so.' Truth to be told, Regina had been ready for her date with Emma for several days now. Time had passed both too slow and too quickly at the same time.

'Pie for dessert? ;)'

'We'll see about that.' Regina was amused. Another winking smiley. She would have to start keeping score and write it down every time Emma graced her with a winking smiley. Could this be considered flirting via text?

'I think I'll be having pie... I've already checked their desserts online, and I'm telling you, those pies looks pretty damn good!'

'Is that so? Then perhaps I will have pie.' Pie was soft and good for her throat. She probably would be a teensy bit sore after having the bandage removed.

'You should. Anyway, how are you really feeling right now?'

She should have known that this question would come. It was sweet of Emma to ask. She wrote down an answer but then deleted it again. It was too light. It sounded like she was trying to sugarcoat her feelings. Emma's considerate question deserved a truthful answer.

'Honestly? I'm very nervous. My throat keeps closing up. Or, obviously, it doesn't but it feels like it keeps closing up. I know it's psychological, but I can't do anything about it.' She tapped the 'send' button a bit harder than intended. Her feelings were bleeding through. The feeling was so annoying. She had learned to breathe her way through it. Ish. But the moment she acknowledged where she was, the feeling of being suffocated came back and threatened to overpower her completely.

Well, Regina wasn't gonna let it! No way!

'I understand that. Is there anything I can do to help you? I'm free to chat for as long as you want to. As you know, I'm working from home today.'

Chatting was exactly what Regina needed right now. 'I'd like to keep texting until the doctor calls my name. Do you think we could do that?' that could be really nice. Emma was the best distraction ever.

'Abso-freaking-lutely! For as long as you want.'

Regina actually rumbled at that. And didn't even care if someone was looking at her. 'abso-freaking-lutely'. She had never heard that one before, but the expression suited Emma just so. She could get away with using such silly expressions.

'You're sure? I could use some distraction right now, but I don't want to keep you from working either.'

'Work can wait. This is much more important. Tell me, do you know Robert Gold well?'

Robert Gold? Regina wrinkled her nose. He was not exactly her favorite person. Bit too rude for her taste. Bit too haughty. It had always been a mystery to her what a sweet young woman like Isabelle wanted with someone like grumpy old Robert Gold. But she had never seen Isabelle be anything but affectionate towards Robert. The way she looked at him radiated love and affection, so she supposed it had to be a case of true love after all.

'Isabelle's husband? I wouldn't say he's one of my nearest and dearest friends, but I definitely know him.'

'So, is there any chance you know how I can butter him up?'

Regina frowned. Butter up Robert Gold? Why on earth would Emma want to do that? 'Why would you want to butter him up?'

'He happens to be the owner of the house I've fallen in love with, and the thing is he only wanna sell. Not rent. And since I'm not a millionaire, I can't afford to buy a house. So. Do you have any ideas or tips on how I can sweettalk him into renting me the place instead?'

Oh. That made sense. A lot of sense, actually. Of course Emma couldn't stay in a room at Eugenia's Inn for all eternity. She had to find her own place and get settled. Regina understood that. And she was glad that Emma was looking into houses. She was really going to settle down in Steveston for good.

Regina thought carefully about it before answering: 'Robert Gold is definitely not the type to hand out favors, nor is he the type who can be "sweettalked" into anything. Except by his wife. Isabelle knows exactly what to say or do in order to handle Rumplestiltskin.'

'Rumplestiltskin?'

Oh, right. Regina could easily understand why Emma was confused. She hadn't yet been let in on the joke. Perhaps it was time to do just that. 'Henry's nickname for him. He has an old spinning wheel in his shop.' Naturally, the fairytale enthusiastic Henry had come up with a whole story for Mr. Gold. Regina had been mighty entertained the first time Henry told her about his 'theory'. And since then, Regina had in her head never called Mr. Gold anything but Rumplestiltskin. And been amused about it every time.

'And can he spin straw into gold too?'

Emma understood the reference. Regina couldn't have been more satisfied. 'I've had my moments where I actually believed it. Mostly because Henry seems to be convinced that he can. He's certain that Mr. Gold is really Rumplestiltskin and chose the surname "Gold" to purposefully mess with everyone.'

'Does that make him Mr. Stiltskin? And Isabelle Mrs. Stiltskin?'

'Henry has actually called them that once or twice.' Not to their faces, obviously. God no! Regina would probably die of shame if he ever was to do that. But luckily, he had never exhibited that kind of naughty behavior.

'Your kid is awesome!'

Regina smiled. 'That he definitely is.'

'So, that's your recommendation? Wait until Isabelle is present and ask him then?'

'I definitely believe that's the correct approach. And don't let him intimidate you.'

'Right. Got it. It's lucky I'm not that easy to intimidate.'

'Yes, that's very lucky.'

'So, what are you and the little dude gonna do later today?'

'Well, I actually promised to make pizza tonight. It's just him and me tonight, Zelena is staying over at her boyfriend Chad's place.'

'And do you and the kid have any plans then? Another movie marathon perhaps?'

'I think tonight is a Disney kind of night. More specifically, a Pete's Dragon kind of night. Henry unfortunately had a bit of night terror last night.' It hadn't been as bad as it sometimes was, but he had still woken up calling her name. Regina had of course been out of bed in a heartbeat. She had sat by his bedside and hugged him. Kissed the top of his head. Rubbed his back and tense little shoulders and stroked his hair until his heartbeat slowed.

'Oh no! Poor little dude! Is he feeling any better now?'

'Well, he was alright with going to school this morning, so I think he's doing okay, but I'm a bit discouraged. It's been quite a while since he last had night terrors, and I suppose I thought that they had stopped entirely.' A naïve hope. She wasn't over what had happened. She couldn't expect Henry to be. He was just a little boy even though he sometimes tried to give the impression that he was older. It was okay for him to act like the little boy he was. And more importantly, it was okay for him to be scared. Regina had told him that last night.

'That poor little thing!'

'Yes, sometimes I wish that it was "just" monsters under the bed he is dreaming about.' Henry's monster was a car. A car crashing into a tree, leaving his mother injured for good. That was what he tearfully had told Regina last night.

Regina had hugged him tightly and winced at the way the lie had burned like acid in her stomach. He was dreaming about cars crashing into trees because of her.

But rather that than having him dream about Killian savagely attacking her. The lie about the car crash…. Was the less of two evils in this situation.

'I'm sure a solid dose of Disney will do the trick. Disney never fails!'

'No, it sure doesn't. What about you? Do you have any plans for tonight?' it was time to change the subject. Henry had been a-okay this morning. Thank god.

'Apart from conspiring with Isabelle against her husband? Nope. None.'

The answer amused Regina, and she couldn't help but tease Emma a little: 'Oh. No editing tonight then?'

'Apart from conspiring with Isabelle AND editing, I don't have any plans for tonight. Except for having dinner, obviously. Eugenia's making buffalo wings tonight, and I'm excited like a kid on Christmas eve!'

Regina raised an eyebrow. 'Buffalo Wings? That sounds very unhealthy.' Cora Mills had practically pounded into her (not literally!) how important it was to eat healthy, and to this day, Regina still lived by that and found it to be one of the better advice Cora had ever given her. Though Henry would probably love being served Buffalo Wings once in a while. Perhaps she should consider doing so. Once in a while wouldn't harm.

'It better fucking be! And there's French fries too ;)'

Amused again, Regina raised an eyebrow. Look who was teasing now. She really did appreciate Emma's sense of humor. 'Oh, dear god...'

'What about you and kiddo? What are you gonna have for dinner?'

'Tofu burgers.'

'Seriously?'

Regina could practically hear Emma saying the word aloud while texting it. Had she raised her eyebrow too? Or perhaps crinkled her brow?

Emma looked sweet when she was crinkling her brow…

'Yes, miss Swan. Seriously. Try to quell your enthusiasm.' Stay focused, Regina. Now is not the time to think about how sweet Emma Swan looks…

'I've never had tofu burgers before. Or tofu anything for that matter.'

'Well, I'd be happy to make some for you someday. Perhaps that's what I'll make when you're coming for dinner.' Regina sent the text without thinking much about it. But the next second she frowned upon re-reading what she had just sent. Oh. Gosh. She hadn't even formally invited Emma over for dinner yet. She had just assumed. Swiftly, she sent another text: 'now I'm getting ahead of myself. You do still want to come for dinner, right?' it was wrong of her to just assume. She and Emma were starting out slowly, after all. Coming over for dinner was a big deal when dating.

'More than anything :)'

Another of those adorable little smileys. Another for Regina's unofficial collection. She couldn't imagine herself using smileys when texting, but the had come to adore it when Emma sent her smileys. It reminded her of the way Emma smiled. She had a very particular smile. One that started out slow and then spread to the entirety of her face. It was a true wonder to see. A thing of true beauty.

'Good. And for the record, I think I'll make lasagna. Not tofu burgers. Henry would never forgive me if he had to endure tofu burgers TWICE within such a short time span!' that was only half of the reason. Her main one was that she wanted to impress Emma. And she knew for sure that her lasagna was exceptionally good. That had to be one way to impress Emma now that she couldn't smooth talk her way into her heart.

'Lasagna it is, then.'

'Indeed. Anyway, you had your second lesson in Sign Language yesterday, didn't you?' it was time to change the subject. Before she ended up stressing herself by thinking too much about how she could impress Emma.

'Yeah, I sure did!'

'And was it as interesting as the first time?' Regina hoped so. She was still in complete awe over Emma taking lessons in Sign Language for her sake. That was really something.

Perhaps even the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.

'Oh yes, definitely! Kitty is a very good teacher. I really feel like I've learned a lot of things already, but it's pretty tricky. I feel like all the others looks like pro's when they're copying Kitty, and I look like a complete dork.'

Regina frowned. Clicked her tongue. 'I'm sure that's not true, Emma. Sign Language isn't that easy. I struggled enormously when I was first introduced to it, and I there are still signs I struggle with. I once managed to confuse poor Henry because I mixed up "good" and "bad". That poor child got rightfully frustrated. And so did I. That's when I learned that he was the expert. Not I.' true indeed. Henry was the real boss when it came to Sign Language. He had gone out to the bookstore with Zelena and had spent his allowance on thick books about Sign Language. Beginner, Average and Expert. And he had read. Every single day. Sometimes aloud by her bedside when the medicine was making her less drowsy. And he had shown her how to sign certain things. He had been absolutely wonderful and perhaps even better than the coach she had been assigned with. Henry was a natural teacher. Kind, patient and encouraging. If all the adult teachers out there was like him…. Well, Regina imagined that less children would be struggling.

'I'll definitely be pumping him for advises about Sign Language when I see him!'

By now Regina was grinning to herself. Actually grinning. 'Do that. I know he'd be more than happy to help. But be warned, when he first gets started, it'll take a mere miracle for him to be quiet. He's a little chatterbox.' And she loved him for it.

'Him and me both, then. I can't wait to hang out with him again.'

Regina's heart swelled. She was familiar with the types who became friends with the child to get close to the mother. But Emma was not like that. Emma was genuine. She could feel that. Emma didn't just say stuff. She meant it.

'And I know for a fact that he's looking forward to seeing you again. He's still talking about the harvest festival. And the corndog he had.' That darn corndog. She had a feeling that she would be buying him another corndog soon. Otherwise he would stop talking about the one he had at the festival.

'Well, that corndog DID look god damn delicious!'

Regina rolled her eyes even though Emma couldn't see it. 'Oh, good grief, you and he will just end up talking about your favorite food all night, won't you?'

'No way! We'll also talk about movies. Marvel movies ;)'

'Dear god.' She was only kidding. That sounded like a lovely evening.

Emma didn't answer right away, and Regina took the opportunity to look around in the waiting room. It was slowly starting to empty. Oh god. That meant it would be her turn soon. Darn it. She was really not looking forward to that.

An elderly lady sitting in the corner smiled at her, and Regina returned the smile. Chose to see it as an encouragement of sorts.

Then her phone vibrated in her hand again.

'Urgh, my hair is so wild this morning! It looks like a right mess!'

Regina scoffed. 'What kind of nonsense is that? You have lovely hair.' She was simply stating a fact. And she should know. She had spent ages admiring Emma's hair. In secret, of course. But now that they were 'officially' dating, perhaps she didn't have to do it in secret. Maybe she could be quite open about admiring Emma's lovely, sunshine colored hair.

'Thank you :)'

'You are most welcome miss Swan.'

Urgh. She shouldn't have written 'miss Swan'. That was a strange thing to do. She was not Emma's teacher or professor or something.

"Regina Mills?"

Well. Saved by the bell. Regina looked up and smiled at Doctor Anton to let him know she had heard him. Then she sent Emma another quick text. 'Oh dear, the doctor has just called my name. I better head inside and get this over with. Thank you for distracting me. I haven't thought about my throat at all.' That was true, she hadn't. She had been so wrapped up in the delightful conversation with Emma, she had almost forgotten why she was here in the first place.

'You're welcome! 'Do you think you could text me when you're finished at the doctors? You don't have to go into details about anything, I just want to know if you're okay. And if you're not, I'm more than willing to do what I can to help.'

Gosh. It felt like Regina's insides were melting. In a nice way, obviously. And once again she had to wonder how anyone could be as kind and good as Emma. It was mind-boggling. Especially because Emma had been through quite an ordeal with her adoptive mother. She too had experienced hurt and anger and sadness. She if anyone, had reason to be distrustful and push people away.

But she didn't.

All that hurt and anger and trauma and it just made her kind rather than making her angry at the world.

Emma Swan was so, so special.

'You're so sweet. Of course I will let you know how everything went. Have a good rest of the morning. Get some breakfast.'

'Roger that :)'.

Regina slipped the phone back inside her pocket and stood from her chair. Walked over to Doctor Anton who greeted her with an extended hand and his usual soft: "Hello, Regina."

Regina shook his hand and flashed him a smile. Yes, he was a man, but he wasn't dangerous. She could obviously trust her doctor.

"Shall we go inside and get this over with?" he gently asked her.

Regina nodded and squared her shoulders as she followed him through the bright orange door. She wasn't sure whether the painter had had a particular sense of humor or no sense of humor at all when he painted it.

At least Doctor Anton's consultation room wasn't orange. It was painted in a soft, almost golden color that reminded Regina of a sunrise. He had plushy armchairs instead of plastic chairs, and the curtains dangling in front of the window was white and soft.

The office was cozy. Exactly like Doctor Anton himself.

"Why don't you take a seat, Regina," the doctor in question said kindly.

Regina slipped off her coat and sat down in the plushy armchair. She was sweating uncomfortably.

"Would you like a glass of water?" Doctor Anton offered.

Regina nodded. She would very much like a glass of water.

The doctor poured her a large glass of water from the decanter on the table, and Regina took a sip. It helped a little.

"Why don't we start with taking some deep breaths?" Doctor Anton gently suggested. "In through your nose. Feel your lungs expand. And out through your mouth. Blow it all out."

Bless this man for knowing her so well. Regina did as he instructed. Felt her lungs expanding and then blowing out the air through her mouth. There was no timeframe for this. Doctor Anton never asked her to hurry up or told her that he was short on time today. He just continued to guide her through the breathing with his deep, calming voice.

In through her nose.

Out through her mouth.

In through her nose.

Out through her mouth.

Deep and slow.

Pull the air all the way into her belly.

And then releasing it.

Over and over again.

Emma's smile.

Emma's green eyes.

The skin around Emma's wrinkling ever so slightly when she laughed.

Emma's wonderful, sunshine colored hair.

The tiny freckles she had on her nose.

The particular, leathery scent her red jacket had.

Her little yellow bug that roared when the engine was switched on. That had surprised her first time. Now she only found it funny.

Emma holding her hand. Squeezing it ever so slightly.

Emma texting her to keep her distracted so she didn't think about her throat.

It actually worked. Her heartbeat slowed down. She was not completely zen, but she was calmer. Calm enough to let Doctor Anton come near her.

"That's it," Doctor Anton said and smiled at her. "Do you feel calmer now?"

Regina nodded.

"That's good. Do you mind if I just check your pulse? I prefer going through this knowing that you are feeling okay."

She shook her head and held out her wrist.

"I'll be quick," he promised as he lightly put two fingers on her wrist.

Regina didn't doubt that. He was always quick. And professional. And kind. Three qualities she valued very much.

"That's it," Doctor Anton said upon moving his fingers away from her wrist. "Your pulse is very stabile today. Much more than it was the last time I saw you. You are remembering your breathing. That's very impressive, Regina."

Regina smiled and took the praise. While knowing that it had nothing to do with the breathing exercises. She hadn't even been concentrating on that. It was Emma. She was calm because Emma had texted her.

"Well, shall we get started?"

Regina nodded.

"If you could remove your scarf, please."

She took off her scarf and pushed her hair back slightly while Doctor Anton put on his gloves and prepared. Then he pulled a chair over and sat down in front of her. "I'm going to come really close to you now, okay? You'll experience a nipping sensation, but it shouldn't hurt. If you feel uncomfortable and need a break, please let me know right away, alright?"

Regina nodded and bit the inside of her cheek. Closed her eyes.

"Here we go."

She felt his hands on her throat. Felt him pulling at the plaster.

She gagged.

"Do you need me to stop?" Doctor Anton asked kindly.

Regina shook her head and bit the inside of her cheek harder. She wanted this to be over with as quickly as possible. No dilly-dally.

Doctor Anton continued, and Regina concentrated on her breathing. Concentrated on thinking about Emma. Every single little detail she could remember right now. How much she was looking forward to seeing her again. How much she was hoping to get the chance to kiss her the next time she saw her.

The skin on her throat was pulled tight.

Regina gagged again.

But declined the offer about taking a break. She was fine. She could handle this.

Deep breaths.

In through her nose.

Out through her mouth.

Think about Emma.

Her hair.

Her smile.

Her hand touching hers.

She could almost smell the leathery scent of her jacket. Almost hear her sweet laughter. Tomorrow she would hear it again.

The plaster was pulled away from her throat…

It doesn't look that bad, it doesn't look that bad. It doesn't look that bad.

Chanting the reassurance in her head didn't really do the trick.

It didn't change the fact that her throat was severely disfigured.

Regina looked at herself in the car-mirror. Winced.

Deep red lines adorned her throat like a freaky necklace. From the front of her throat and all the way to her nape.

Then there was the deep, red-purple imprint at the center of her neck. Marks from the belt buckle.

It looked like she was wearing a sick collar.

He had marked her.

You'll always belong to me, babe. There's no getting away from me. Not now. Not ever.

Regina clenched her teeth. That was not true! She had gotten away from him. He was in jail and she was sitting right here.

Still, this would take some…. Getting used to.

To put it lightly.

Regina winced again as she lightly traced the markings on her neck. Of course there could be done something about this. Doctor Anton had talked about the options for cosmetic surgery to 'clean it up a little'.

Regina wasn't really sure she would get the cosmetic surgery. More needles. More people poking at her neck. More pain. Maybe she was done with surgeries altogether. But once in a while, she did think about the other operation. The one that supposedly could restore her voice. Did she really believe that? Was there any hope?

Regina pushed the thoughts away. That wasn't for right now. At some point, she would have to decide what to do. But not right now. It could wait.

Instead she found her phone in her pocket and typed a message for Emma. Exactly like she had promised. 'I'm all done at the hospital. I only gagged three times.' She regretted it as soon as she had sent the message. Why the hell would she tell Emma that she had gagged? That was disgusting. She quickly wrote a new text 'Forgive me. That was a disgusting and unnecessary detail', and sent it to Emma.

The reply came almost immediately. 'You've got nothing to apologize for. How are you feeling now?'

Regina checked herself. She supposed she was feeling alright. Relieved that it was over.

'I'm doing alright. Perhaps I'm a little lightheaded, but that's to be expected.' To make sure that lightheadedness didn't turn into feeling faint, Regina took a sip of the coffee she had bought to-go in one of the coffee shops close to the hospital. It was caramel flavored. It wasn't very often that Regina indulged in drinking sweet coffee, but today she felt like she had deserved it.

'And gagging aside, how was it? Was it alright?'

Oh. Blunt question, but Regina didn't actually mind it. 'It was as alright as it can be. The plaster is off, and according to the doctor, I'm healing up nicely.' Doctor Anton had talked much about the healing process. He had praised her for taking such good care of the area and making sure to moisturize and clean it.

Regina wasn't sure she deserved that kind of praise, though. Her heart nor mind hadn't been in the process at all. She had been thinking of anything else while she mechanically spread ointment on the area and waited for the alarm on her phone to go off. She had always set a timer to know when she was done.

Once again, she thought about that second surgery. The one both Doctor Anton and Doctor Auburn had talked so much about. Zelena too.

'In fact it's healing so "nicely" that my doctor said something about how the next operation could be happening sooner. If things continue to heal like they do now, that is.'

'If' she continued to heal so nicely. 'If' the surgery worked. 'If' she got her voice back. So many 'if's'. What was she even supposed to think? How could she allow herself to hope when there were so many if's all the time? When nothing was certain?

Regina needed certainty.

'Alright. And how do you feel about that?'

Regina cracked a smile. She had been asked this question many, many times before. By her therapist. By Zelena. But not by Emma. Regina found it very nice to be asked this by Emma. She wanted to share her honest feelings with Emma. No matter how muddled they were.

'I don't know. I'm still hesitant about whether I should even get the next operation. I'm afraid of getting my hopes up only to discover that it hasn't changed anything. I'm slowly starting to adjust to the situation I'm in now, and I'm not sure I would be able to cope with getting my hopes up and then finding out that the surgery hasn't changed anything. Zelena thinks that I should get the operation, but I don't know. I just don't know.' She knew what she had to deal with as of right now. She knew that she couldn't talk, and she was oddly starting to get used to that. However impossible that sounded. Why go through a second, painful surgery that perhaps didn't even work when she could live a fairly comfortable life like this?

'I understand that.'

Regina took a deep breath and stalled herself. There was no reason to get emotional over this. She didn't have to make her decision right now. There was still time. Fortunately enough.

'But I do know one thing,' she typed. It was time to change the subject to something lighter. She sent the message.

It did not take long before she received an answer. 'And what's that then?'

Regina smiled. Two question marks. She liked when Emma did that. It reminded her of that curious look on her face she sometimes got.

'I'm looking forward to our date tomorrow night. I'm looking forward to seeing you again.' See her sunshine colored hair and her pretty smile, gorgeous green eyes count the cluster of freckles on her nose…

'I'm looking forward to seeing you too. So much :)'

A pleasant warmth spread within Regina. Her anxiety was melting away like snow in the sun. A text from Emma could make her forget all the things that bothered her. And that silly little smiley grinning at her made her forget that she wasn't a teenage girl, silly from texting her first crush…

To Be Continued….