[ Chell has been picking up shifts at the cafe again in the last few weeks, but she's still been keeping a noticeable distance from Max -- coming in early to bake, that kind of thing.
As winter turns into spring, though, and the hurt of losing Beau fades to something more manageable, and no more consequences seem to be coming down on anyone who participated in the strike, that distance starts to feel ... silly. And lonely, more to the point.
Chell's pretty stubborn, and she's not always that smart. But she'll usually get it if you give her long enough. So, finally, on a drizzly afternoon, Max gets a message in his tome: ]
I miss you. I'm sorry I've been so weird since everything happened.
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Date: 2022-03-30 08:24 pm (UTC)As winter turns into spring, though, and the hurt of losing Beau fades to something more manageable, and no more consequences seem to be coming down on anyone who participated in the strike, that distance starts to feel ... silly. And lonely, more to the point.
Chell's pretty stubborn, and she's not always that smart. But she'll usually get it if you give her long enough. So, finally, on a drizzly afternoon, Max gets a message in his tome: ]
I miss you.
I'm sorry I've been so weird since everything happened.