She took her earphone and laptop. She waited, ready to put on a smile for a video call. This wasn't the first time she wanted to look extra and give a vibrant energy whenever she talked to him on screen. She thought if she didn't, she would screw up.
The wind harshly slipped her white dress, causing her to fold her arms around her as his name appeared on the screen. Happy is not excited, nor unhappy, but scared. It's the uncertainty slowly overpowering her conscious state. Her inner self was spouting several "what ifs" that made her uncomfortable.
What if he doesn't like her hair? What if he doesn't find her pretty anymore? What if she's only pushing herself way too hard? What if his love fades away because they didn't see each other just like before? What if he doesn't feel the same way?
The young lady snapped back from her thought when a man suddenly appeared.
