At the mention of photos, I felt myself perk up. My chin raised just as much as an eyebrow did as I looked at the brunette and wondered exactly where she was going with this...
"What did you have in mind?"
"Evidence. Something that suggests I’ve branched out socially and aren’t just waiting up in the tower for him to notice."
She pulled out her phone - a rather unassuming looking black device without any accoutrements. I’m starting to realize that ’adults’ in this world tend not to place stickers on their items.
> At least not the ones others can see. Maybe I’ll see if some of the others I’ve met will be okay with getting their picture taken... though who would have thought that I would end up getting along so well with someone who has been stalking me. We’ve gotten really relaxed and I began to worry what might happen after we leave. So we’ll begin to partially shift since it looks like she’s about ready to go. I really hope no one was hurt by that gunshot. At least it went out of the open door and didn’t bounce around in the container... <