What is love?

Chapter 11

*Chat mode*

March                                                                                                                                                                                  

Yo, Scarlette.

You ready for our game night?

Heck, yeah!

So, what time will it be?

Hmm, what time are you free?

Well, I'm still continuing that astronomy work from yesterday so probably not any sooner

Workaholic. 

Crybaby.

How about around 5. You good at that time?

Too late into the evening. 

But it's a game night, Scarlette. And I've already tweaked it into a game evening. I can't tweaked it - I think by this point it's called bend or twist or smth - into game afternoon.

While you're at it, how about game morning?

Imagine playing boardgames early in the morning.

Anyways, what time do you want it to be then?

Just tweak the timing a bit, March. Not too much yet not too little. 3 O'clock.

3?! Are you insane. I told you it's game evening not afternoon.

Alright then, 3.30?

Nope, still too early.

4?

Better.

Also, any specific dress codes?

Hmmm, just wear things that make you comfortable. Whether it's pajamas or sweaters or T-shirts, anything. As long as it's comfortable :)

Alright, see you at 4. No competitions right?

Nah, I'm afraid you might get sick if I held another running competition. 

I guess I'll see you later?

Bye.

Bye. 

*Chat mode ends*

I glanced at the wall clock once again. 3.45. I guess I have to prepare myself now or I might be late. Abandoning my nearly finished astronomy work, I headed towards my trunk where I kept my clothes and necessities. I quickly shoved my hands into the pile of clothing and garments and began searching for the 'comfortable' attire. After some time trying a number of clothes, I decided to go with a navy blue sweater with a couple of felt star sewn on it's chest and some baggy trousers. I also decided to clip on a hairpin on my hair for aesthetics.

I walked towards the bathroom and gaze at myself at the kitchen sink. I started to move my bangs away from my eyes. It's been ages since I take them off my left eye. As soon as the bangs are away from my chocolate orbs, I can see the faint scar mark across the eye is still there. A souvenir from my horrid past. A tragedy that changed me for ever. Not for the better sadly, for the worst. I shake the thought of putting my bangs aside and keep on covering it. Instead of putting the bangs aside and clipping it with the hair pin, I decided to just clip the hair pin on some random strands of hair on my left for aesthetics.