[Being the lightweight woman she is, she just takes small sips out of the ceramic cup. She holds it, placing her hands in the lap, looking out at nothing in particular.

She's trying so hard to ignore everything he's told her. Her mind still can't wrap around it, and she's trying her best not to make it noticeable. Even if he is a part of it, she doesn't want him to know how she feels about her future self right now. How she can barely even keep her mind quiet to even sleep.

But he's forgiven you, she reminds herself. There are still plenty of people who like you and don't have to know.

She tries her best to keep her expression remaining content, staring longingly out at nothing in particular.]