It's late when I get the text—past ten, maybe closer to eleven. The windows are open, and the night air drifts in, cool and soft. My phone buzzes once, and I glance down from where I'm curled on the couch in the living room.
Thanks again for today. The cat was my favorite part.
I smile before I can stop myself. My fingers hover over the screen for a second. It's from Theo. We exchanged numbers before we departed.
Same here. I think she was a little guardian spirit! I should've drawn her :(
A few seconds pass.
I'll write her into my next short film. Mysterious cat, wandering park. Chooses only the worthy.
You better give her a good name!!
Already calling her "Spirit".
HAHAHAHA! Appropriately dramatic. I approve *nod nod*
