You follow Elizabeth a lot wherever she goes. She doesn’t care, and neither do her friends. But usually when she’s out with her friends, you have nothing to do since you don’t have anything in common with them. Only Elizabeth.

She’s out with Kathryn and, of course you’re with her. It’s a little diner and while they’re talking, you take in Elizabeth’s arms and begin to draw on it smoothly with a pen you borrowed.

It’s been about half an hour; they’re still chatting. You don’t mind it.