a text has never made her heart skip before, a jolt of giddy excitement filling her like a bolt of electricity. a small, girlish noise escapes her, her visage bright with excitement.
the witch chews on her lip anxiously, eyes falling to the clock on her nightstand.
Heโs sitting and staring at the painting while waiting for her response, unsure what had gotten into him all of a sudden. Heโs only left to assume that it was just a sudden boost of creativity, or perhaps his brain was just scattered. Why was he texting her this late?