Damien-on the Early Evening of Wednesday, the 28th
I spent my day as a guard trying to comfort Justine. She’s in a funk because she could not see Lola today. She’s also been staring at the rose she picked for Lola all afternoon.
At the diner earlier, Tobias said Lola wasn’t feeling well and called out. He slipped and mentioned it was something she ate. That alone made Justine spiral because of their dinner date. She is adamant that Lola’s not at work today because of her actions.
“I scared her away,” Justine bites her lower lip nervously, “I know I did.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t anything to do with you, Justine,” taking her in my arms.
She’s trembling and on the verge of crying. I take my hand and cup her beautiful face, wiping a falling tear. I push back her hair and kiss her temple, help
