Where did the summer go? First day of school was right around the corner. Class was nearly in session, and Mia was planning a trip to Japan with her family before that happened, Noa and Caspian included as usual. Listening to Dea and Xavier talk and bicker of the places they wanted to visit, the mother, following right behind while they all headed to the playground, only looked to the heavens for some patience. “Race you to the swings!” Dea declares hastily, pushing Xavier out of the way to book it, and the boy was quick to tag along, not without a protest. “Ey, ey, ey,” Mia began, advising them to slow down by her.
Suddenly, in came a cheery young woman – No, a fan Mia could only presume, and she matched her energy within seconds. “Oh, hi!” she chirps, forgetting all about her go-to catchphrase in the rush of things, and her warm gaze briefly falls on the golden retriever sniffing her. However, a part of her hesitates when the other sounds muddled over her children. As any mother would, her watchful eye glanced over at Dea and Xavier in that split second, but perhaps the girl might’ve subscribed within the last three years, Mia tried to reason. “Well, I don’t like to advertise it,” anymore for many reasons, “but I do, yes…That’s not – a problem, is it?” she tries to pass off as a joke by chuckling, but one of her fears when meeting subscribers in real life was to disappoint them. Fans had a way of expecting her to look, talk, and act in the same manner she did in her travel vlogs, and boy, did she try to sell that image. This, however, was new.
The tone in the other's voice was distant, as if she didn't even recognize Sybil. Polite, but impersonal. Maybe Love didn’t expect to just see her while out with her kids, and she could understand the rationale behind keeping their existence a secret. The internet could be a scary place, after all, and you never knew who was actually messaging you from the other side of the screen. Still, a little part of her felt hurt that the other didn’t trust her enough to tell her the truth, but she did her best to mask it under a controlled smile and brush all of it away. This was exciting. Sybil made some friends in the many cities she had lived, but they never lasted after she moved away (probably because she never put any effort in staying in contact). Love was different. Love was the only person who understood her, really, and the one who knew the most about her, and although everything was weird and awkward, she was still too excited to see through it. “No, no, don’t feel bad! It’s fine. I understand you can’t always tell people on the internet about that. It’s a scary place out there, and you never know.” She nodded along with her own words and looked down at Joan, who by now had sat down after sniffing Love’s hand profusely, and was panting happily. “I didn’t know you were in Roswell. I guess I didn’t tell you I was moving here either, but it’s just that I move so much that I end up forgetting to tell you. Are you liking it here?”
