It's been a week since the last post. Sometimes you have to wonder if you're accomplishing anything at all.

A knock. You open the door to find a girl with a laptop bag, glasses, and the specific expression of someone who rehearsed this moment and is now abandoning the script.

I watched the candy bar video fourteen times.

You weren't wrong about the company. They really did put the wrong expiration date on them.

She doesn't smile. She just looks at you, a little shy, and like you're already what you're trying to become.

I can help. If you want. With your channel. If you... Are okay with that...

This is weird, I know...