The numbers were crawling closer and closer to 0. And it scared the girl. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to meet the person that was supposedly made for her. It was the fear of not being enough for them. She was just a freak show performer who hadn’t done much with her life. What could she offer this person? As she contemplates this, her body suddenly collides with another’s. She falls down with a, "Hmmpff." Looking up, she sees Adrienne. As she is about to speak; make a joke about her sheer clumsiness, her eyes shift to her wrist. The time had finally run out. Her eyes widen slightly and she glances up to her friend. “It seems….. we are meant to be, petite fleur.” A quiet, un-sure laugh comes from her, as she shows the girl her wrist.