[ It was... typical teenage stuff, right? Overthinking. Doubting. Worrying. Ann is the one who acts, in spite of it all. It's what lead them to where they were now, where she opens up little by little to him. Something as silly as their convo didn't go too South where it would scrape the entire evening in awkward silence. She misses him – she knows he misses her too – so a call is the least they can do even when she was playing pouty. ]

Uh huh. Kind of impossible to when you're staying up late and sleeping in. [ Or so she thinks. Who knows how they're handling this whole time difference. ] You're fine on my end. What about me? This is still – new.

[ LDR is hard, but – she feels her happiest at moments like this. ]