Jeremy:
As expected, Emma sends the email by seven in the morning, it contains the graphics plan and the mechanics plan for the game that we’re supposed to be working on together, alongside with the different storylines.
She asked that I pick the one I prefer with the subject line ‘Please respond as soon as possible’. Gosh, she’s scary when she is in professional mode.
I don’t want any of this, I don’t want her sending me freaking emails. I want us together, working on the game side by side not over the phone. This is so unfair. I am glaring at the phone as I step into Mrs. Winters’ coffee shop, the familiarity of it enveloping me so hard.
Emma and I used to come here all the time before we got into Harvard, she would be all smiles while ordering her favourite coffee and Mrs. Winters,
