Anonymous

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Bonnibel closed the book by the back cover and let out a soft sigh. Now that she'd finished it, she had nothing else to do for the remainder of the day. She'd finished all of her homework earlier – the reading was a reward for that – so she couldn't distract herself with academia.

She picked up her phone and scrolled through numerous stupid games, before dropping that beside her on her bed. Stretching, she stood up and made her way downstairs, surprised when she saw Peter sat in front of the television.

"I thought you were at work?" Bonnie tilted her head to the side in confusion. "I could've sworn you said you wouldn't be back until eight."

"I was let off early." He craned his neck around to look at her. "We could go out for a meal if you'd like? We haven't spoken about how you're settling in yet."

Bonnibel leaned against the door frame she was stood by. "Uh, yeah, I guess so. That'd be nice."

"Alright." Peter flashed her a grin and picked up his phone from the coffee table. "I'll look for a restaurant online and call them to make a booking. It'll probably be... around seven?"

"That's fine. I don't have anything else to do." Bonnie stretched and then jerked her head behind her. "I'm going to head upstairs. Call me once you've booked a table."

Bonnie heard him hum in confirmation, and then she spun on her heels and made her way upstairs. She paused only for a moment to glance at the clock, letting out a deep sigh when it was only 5PM. That still left her two hours until she'd be going out.

She pushed open the door to her room and flopped down on her bed, her hand extended outwards to pick up her phone. She checked it for notifications, but there wasn't anything interesting. Naturally.

She scrolled through her contacts and pressed down on M's name, viewing the details she had. She stared at the little icon, the typical 'no profile picture' outline of an ungendered person. She kind of wished she knew what M looked like in some way, because it'd be nice to put a face to the name. Or letter.

One thing her eyes landed on was the little phone icon. She wanted to call her friend and actually talk to her, but she knew that it'd definitely give her away. Unless she faked an accent or tried to change her voice in some way, whoever she was talking to would know that it was her, and yet they'd still be anonymous.

She worried her lip between her teeth for a moment and tried to construct someone in her mind, but whatever she conjured up didn't seem to fit. Nothing seemed to fit her mystery friend.

Bonnie (5:09PM): Hey, can I ask you something?

She didn't bother putting her phone down. Instead, she kept it firmly grasped in her hand until she felt that familiar buzz. The buzz that indicated M's response. The buzz that always managed to make her smile.

M (5:10PM): that depends what you're going to ask

Bonnie blinked down at the screen. M always seemed to reply so quickly, not that she minded. It was nice to have someone there for her when she needed it.

Bonnie (5:10PM): What colour are your eyes? I just want some kind of detail. Something to connect with your name. Letter. Whatever.

M (5:11PM): green

For some odd reason, Bonnibel felt an odd little jump in her stomach. She'd always liked green eyes. In fact, the girl she was briefly friends with when she was thirteen had green eyes, and she'd always envied them; she'd found herself lost in them a few times.

But that had just been envy. Nothing more. Definitely not the thing that M had mentioned a few weeks prior.

Bonnie (5:11PM): Green eyes are gorgeous. Mine are blue. Kind of uninteresting. Green eyes, however, are my favourite. I like brown eyes a lot too. But green are definitely the prettiest.