“So I was thinking that maybe… we should start over with a proper confession. After this Emma thing though, so you’ll have to wait 2 days.” She gave a light smug taking a sip of the tea I made... “I’ll wait until you feel ready. Don’t worry; I am more patient than I look.”
Finally, some weight off my chest. “Want one?” I have no idea where that headphone case came from, but yes sure Isabella, I’ll take one earbud. Is that what she went upstairs to get? A PAIR OF EARPHONES? IN THAT MOMENT?? Weird imaginations pop in my head, one of Isabella being a music freak and she needing to listen to a song every time she says a sentence. Imagine I compliment Isabella on her hair and then she rushes to her room, connects her headphones and puts on ‘feeling good’ by ‘Michael’. Then she rushes back to me after the song ends and thanks me. At this point it was easy to say that my imaginations were beyond cursed.