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Michelle felt awful. She’d gotten so caught up in her new routines that she’d pretty much isolated herself for a week straight. She hadn’t even seen Cliff or texted Lani about her ideas. She’d finally realized that she’d been in isolation for a week wen she also realized she had yet to eat in three days and her body was screaming at her to stop. So there she was, digging through the fridge in her house and nearly all the way in the thing looking for something filling, when she heard someone come in the kitchen. “Don’t mind me!” She called, not yet bothering to see who it was. “Just give me a minute and I’ll be out of your way.”
cliff had been holed up in his room for a while, secluding himself for hours while he kept to himself. he was a very social person, but there were times he just needed a moment for himself and his thoughts. the time was well spent with some writing that he needed to get out of his system and onto paper. it wasn’t until his stomach growled loudly and interrupted his creative process that he realized how hungry he was. clifton set the pen and journal aside, near his guitar, and headed toward the kitchen. all the while, he was humming a melody he’d been toying with. he could see a silhouette in the light coming from the fridge and he paused so he wouldn’t bump into them. “oh, no worries. just came to grab some grub. my belly was making an uninvited feature on a tune i was working. gotta feed the beast,” he joked.
Michelle laughed at Cliff's words, pulling a variety of fruits and vegetables out of the fridge and setting them on the counter. She gave him a shy smile as she grabbed the cutting board and knife to start chopping food. "So you're works on a new song?" She asked, voice slightly quiet in the silence. "If it's what I heard you humming, then it sounds pretty good so far." She told him. She always enjoyed the times he was writing, not just because it meant she could dance her feet off without feeling guilty for forgetting to message him, but because he always seemed so genuinely happy when he did. Even the times he'd gotten frustrated, watching his face when he finally figured it out always sent butterflies through her. "Will you play it for me? When it's done?"

















