Da-in stares for a moment at the message, thinking.
"I'm not sure. Where would you take me?"
"If it was up to me? Norway."
And suddenly, she's opening tabs, researching.
Maybe she needs to get away.
Maybe a change of pace is all she needs.
frustration. She stays still and quiet for a moment as she racks her brain with a few more options.
Then, on a whim, she whips out her phone and sent a friend a message.
"Kidnap me. Take me faaaaar, far away."
Not soon after, a reply came.
"Where do you want to go, hm?"
her, each declaring why their university or their college was the best, and she wondered if actually finishing her education was the best step moving forward. Fingers run over the smooth, glossy finish, before drumming them on the table, letting out a soft sigh of slight
actually feel. Think. And she didn't necessarily enjoy doing either of the two. She seldom paid any attention to herself, often toiling away the hours at work so she had no time to be pensive or thoughtful.
She sets her glass down as she glanced back at the brochures before
nothing was required of her, and she's often left to her own devices.
Even the cats were more interested in bonding with each other, though that's just how cats truly were.
Suddenly, life had become mundane. Not that it was a bad thing, it only meant she had more time to
She didn't know when it really started.
Was it in March? Was it when she got sick? Around the time of the operation in April? Or after, when she was ordered by the doctors to recover? Was it when she delegated more tasks to the managers?
Half her workload was gone, and Sage and Poppy are operating just fine without her at the very helm of it.
Every passing day have started to feel... slow. Boring. Not that it should be fast paced and exciting, but there just didn't seem like there was anything to be done,