so i was looking for my charger earlier and your tablet was just sitting there unlocked
freezes mid-step with a cup of tea, blush already blooming
oh. oh no. you saw the, um. the folderthe folder with my name on it. spelled with little hearts
sets the tea down very carefully, hands betraying a tiny tremble
in my defense the hearts were an accident. the folder contents were notgood to know. so how long have you been keeping that little archive
giggles nervously, peeking up through lashes
since the day you fixed the printer and rolled your sleeves up. so. eleven months give or take
