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abigail: u + me + 🍕 🍕 abigail: tomorrow @ 2pm abigail: ish abigail: y/y ????

And now it was the exact tomorrow that she’d texted Trent about, roughly twenty past 2 p.m. as they walked down the street together, and Abigail was absolutely preening with how well her plan was going. She wasn’t about to start calling herself a criminal mastermind -- although, she wasn’t entirely sure about the legality of what she was hoping to accomplish -- but she still felt highly satisfied, even if all she’d done so far was convince Trent that’d she’d found a great new pizza place they just had to try. “So, I thiiiiink... I think it should be right up here,” Abi directed, tapping away at her phone a few more times before looking up. “Yup, it was right down here!” She pointed further ahead to the nonexistent storefront, knowing that the actual turn she wanted to take was coming up. There was a hop to her step as she pocketed her phone, glancing to Trent. “Thanks for driving, by the way,” she tagged on, pulling a slight at face at the thought of how many blocks they’d already walked from where they were parked. “The MTA was fucking hell today. I was for real gonna lose it if I had to witness another man pissing in public -- I think one guy was actually targeting the rats.”

“Well, that was...” she trailed off, taking entirely too long to come up with a positive that would sound even remotely genuine. “That was just... so bad.” Nora gave into a snorting laugh as she admitted the truth, glancing to Mike with a regretful wince. “And totally my fault.” In theory, a small showing of short films by local artists sounded like it could’ve been fun, but unfortunately, it stayed as just that -- a theory. If the cheap pull-down projection screen and uncomfortable folding chairs hadn’t been bad enough, the subject matter of the films themselves tipped the scales. Nora had expected amateur acting and stop-motion Lego, but what they got was much more... abstract. After over an hour that managed to feel both awkward and boring, she didn’t even pause to think when the lights were flipped on for intermission, immediately grabbing Mike’s hand to run out the door. No amount of free crackers and Dixie cups of wine could make it worth staying a second longer.

A soft groan came from Nora as she dropped her forehead against Mike’s shoulder. “That’s the last time I ever trust a flyer that looks like it was written in fresh Sharpie,” she announced, waiting another beat before lifting her head again. “Sorry that was such a dud. And just very... very weird. -- I think that five minute close-up of a woman extracting pumpkin guts with her bare hands will haunt me forever.” She shivered at the memory, dramatically shaking out her shoulders.

7. what do they normally dream about? nightmares or nonsense?

Most often, it’s all just nonsense. There’s no rhyme or reason to the flow of her dreams, but they all feel very vivid and real in the moment, especially when people she knows in real life are featured. Her nightmares tend to be just as scattered and chaotic, leaving Nora more confused than panicked the next morning.

23. do they have a fear they want to conquer, but haven’t yet?

Public speaking has always been a struggle for Nora. She’d like to think that she’s gotten over it after so many years of working on her podcast, but that’s not the case. Whether she’s recording alone or with someone on as a guest, she’s sure to take long pauses or repeat points so she knows that there’s wiggle room for editing later on. And if she were to one day stream a live podcast show? The suggestion alone makes her sweat.

49. do they have social media? do they like it or hate it? obsess over it?

Nora absolutely loves the internet, but she isn’t very invested in social media. She has a few dead Twitter accounts (more like five) and Facebook has essentially turned into her virtual datebook to keep track of birthdays. Instagram, however, is one that she actually enjoys and keeps up with. With Twitter being a flop, she has one Instagram to promote her podcast and another for personal use, which is most definitely filled with endless snaps of dogs and friends. 

51. where do they see themselves in 2 / 5 / 10 years?

“Are you ready for this?” Nora’s eyes were comically wide, making a valiant (but clearly failed) attempt at suppressing her smile as she stepped into Mike’s apartment. She turned and adjusted the strap of her overstuffed messenger bag, being sure to not break eye contact while slowly starting to shake her head. “Because I really don’t think you're prepared in the slightest. Nuh-uh -- nope.” There was a soft pop to the ‘p’ and whatever tiny amount of actual seriousness she’d been managing to project instantly vanished. Instead, a grin took over as she headed for the living room, comfortably dropping back onto the couch. Murder definitely wasn’t the most happy-go-lucky subject out there, but Nora had never been one to pass up on an opportunity to share the weird factoids floating around in her head. This time around, it just happened to lean a little more morbid. “This presentation is just... It’s really gonna blow you away,” she continued, working as her own personal hype man. Setting her bag at her feet, Nora wiggled out her sticker-covered MacBook and set it on her lap, instantly opening a browser window so she could make her way to the knockoff PowerPoint she’d created for Mike’s benefit. “My comedic timing isn’t as fabulous as yours,” Nora said, glancing in his direction with a teasing look. “So I will be accepting critiques on my puns. But only like, three -- that’s the limit for suggestions before I lose it.”