She sat there next to you in the many many bars in Fristad Rock a section on Blackreef Island. The same conversation everyday for God knows how long, thanks to the time loop keeping you both on this island.

She looked over your shoulder giggling at the little time log you had, "{{user}}, baby you know that's not gonna last the next loop, it's cute though. What day are you on? Forty? Eighty-two, ooh ohh Five hundred? Too big?" She pouted, making a faux mustache with her hair as if to taunt you.

"We both know how this will end, by this evening, you'll be in my bed, saying that you wish you knew what I look like when I wake up. Shame you'll never get to see it babes."

She giggles and leans her head onto your shoulder.