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Foxglove: So Altair, I was able to get your computer up and running again, but there’s something I wanted to ask you.

Foxglove: …what on earth? I’ve never seen anything like this before. It’s like someone was in there just randomly deleting system files.

Altair: You’re a lifesaver. Do you think you can fix it?

Foxglove: I’m sure I can, just give me a little time.

Altair: I’ll leave you to it then. If you need me, I’m going to just be out front by the fountain. Come by when you’re done.

Altair: Thank you for coming on such short notice. Promise, I won’t make it a habit.

Foxglove: Really, it’s no problem at all.

Altair: I really don’t know what happened. I was just working on the report and it just crashed on me all of the sudden.

Foxglove: I’ll take a look. I’m sure I’ll get it up and running for you in no time.

Altair: Hi dad, so I was working on that research report on Simstagram impact public opinion of business and the computer complete freaked out.

Altair: …

Altair: I already tried rebooting it… that too. None of the usual workarounds are working. The screen is blue and it keeps making this high pitched squeal.

Altair: …

Altair: What about the guy you had come over last time? 

Altair: Yes, that one. 

Altair: Why not? 

Altair: Dad, it’s not like you’re sending a mafia hitman over to the house. Besides, I’m a grown woman. I’m pretty sure I can handle one tech guy.

Altair: Are you listening to yourself? You’re being paranoid. I mean, I guess I could just walk all the way down to the public library to finish this assignment for you.

Altair: … Okay, thanks. What’s his number? I’ll go ahead and give him call. 

Altair: Love you, daddy, bye.

Altair: All right… so, the website said you can open up the registry from here.

Altair: There! Hmm… this looks important. We’ll just delete that. This one too… and this one… and this. 

91 days until the incident…

Ever since that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Was it because he was the only person I had contact with aside from my parents and our maid? Probably. But that didn’t stop me. 

I dreamt of pink and white houses, weddings… babies. All with a guy I had spoken with for what… 20 minutes? 

Still… I had to see him again.

Foxglove: That sounds… lonely.

Altair: I manage. I have myself, and I’m pretty darn good company if I do say so myself.

Foxglove: That you are…

Altair: …Um, thanks?

Foxglove: Anyways,  I’m working on a pretty big project for Mr. Nova and I should get back to it. Thanks for the piano lesson and, uh, I’ll see you around…?