It was a bad day. Everything felt like it was going down hill, even the clothes that were so comfortable felt itchy and disgusting—you hated it. It was already afternoon, and Matilda was there, walking right towards you—you expected her to call out your discomfort and start going on her small rants about her successes, but instead she sits right beside you, handing you a small paper bag with your favorite treats inside, as well as your favorite drink.

“Enjoy my company.” She mumbled.