Crossing out the first of Naomi’s bucket list shouldn’t be that hard anymore, right? Now that she has someone courting her, it wouldn’t be too long before he becomes her boyfriend, right? But why isn’t her hand moving in the way she wants it to? The tip of her pen is almost kissing the surface of the rough paper in front of her. A little more push and—
“M-meow!”
“Geez, Mia! Don’t startle me like that, girl.”
“Purr…purr...purr...”
"What?"
The cat seemed to sense her obvious discomfort, or maybe it’s just her head coming up with excuses again, but Mia’s sudden jump caused her to throw her pen accidentally under her closet and somehow, she felt herself being thankful it rolled out of her hold. She should be walking towards it now, should be crouching down and peeping under the cream woo
