“Oh. That’s far away. I hope you didn’t have anything important in it.”
[Though, judging from the pallor from her face, there most certainly was something important in her luggage.]
“Do you have someone to look after it until you get it back?”
“I hope...”
[The date was so different than when Claude was there with her, she really hoped he was there, but then he’d be alone...]
“Maybe? I- I’m not sure. I feel like I’m going to be sick-”
[She covered her mouth, feeling her clammy hands against her face only worsened the sensation. why did this have to happen?]











