It has, hasn't it? [Another soft laugh.] I shall see you soon.
[She flips her journal closed and makes her way to the tea house, coat tucked around her to keep her warm. She would not need it much longer. Soon enough she's inside, settled at a booth, a cup of sour hibiscus tea in her hands.]
[Voice] March 17th
[She flips her journal closed and makes her way to the tea house, coat tucked around her to keep her warm. She would not need it much longer. Soon enough she's inside, settled at a booth, a cup of sour hibiscus tea in her hands.]