her days are busy. itâs good to stay busy, this much she knows. a busy body is a busy mind and a busy mind means no room for other thoughts. her mother taught her it long ago : idle hands are the devils workshop. her own darkness can stay at bay like this, and she has moments where she actually wonders if she can make it living like this. staying busy and helping people -ââ rika thrives during the weeks coming upon their parties. there is so much to get done, almost too much, but they always succeed. this wonât be different, despite how quickly her hands click on the keyboard nonstop. she wonders if sheâll revert to being here all day and night, evening spent more like luciel : hunched over the hum of the computer and only remembering hunger in the form of junk food.Â
         a thought to take a minute break to stop at the convenience store nearby is stalled when her phone rings. her eyes move to see vâs name and a picture she took of him passed out on the couch pop up. she smiles, lightly, picking up the phone and pausing for the moment.
         â   hey yourself. itâs going, yours ? iâm in
         the middle of -âââ oh, no, what time is it,
         iâm supposed to meet you, arenât i ? ah,
         shit -ââ !!    â
         panic builds as her hands quickly go through her planner, flipping pages to get past rfa meetings and other bookings to her own personal planner. rika knows she needs to condense it all, and curses herself under her breath.
         â   i donât even know what time it is. where
         are you, i can leave now and get to you -ââ
         soon ? ah !    â
   He presses the top of his phone to his lips. Thereâs no point in interrupting her, the sooner the panic leaves her body the better. When thereâs a break in her words heâll take the time to assure her heâs not mad. He wishes he had face timed her instead, perhaps then seeing the calm on his face would be better. A little too late for that now but that was the curse of hindsight.Â
             âIâm still at home, I was thinking we could go to that
             Italian place that Zen mentioned, or if itâs easier you
             could bring the non confidential work here and we can just order in.â
   Concern rolls through him as he speaks. The stress she must be under to get the final touches of the party finished. The guest list had to be finished, he assumed it was. Once everything was finished and all that was left was to attend the party everyone could relaxed, but breaks were needed between heavy workloads.
             âIâd prefer we go out, that way we could put a pause
            on all that youâre doing. When was the last time you
            had fresh air against your skin?â