Zara and Sofia arrive at the banquet they prepared. Zara is reading a book. She stands near the table, her body obscuring everything except the basket of apples. She grabs one and reads.
"What's it about?" Sofia asks Zara. "It's an existentialist book, it's about time."
We hadn't discussed that topic before.
Yes, but it caught my attention again. There's a piece of paper with a drawing on it. It looks like me. It was between the pages and has a signature... M.M.
Ummm, someone must have done it. Is there someone special to you who you think gave you that drawing?
I don't know, for some reason it makes me a little sad not to remember.
"Don't worry, Zara. Just sit down and maybe we'll eat something. Here, have another apple."

Note: I will continue this when I am better.I wanted to advance something of the story because I remembered that I left it on hiatus.