Who: Lizzie
What: Typing an email.
Where: Empty Classroom.
When: May the eight be with you.
Why: For Mother's Day.
[Pick a browser, any browser. The current open tab is her email.]
Mama, how are things going on your side of the world?
I miss Magya.
Happy Mother's Day!
[The reason for her unfinished, choppy message, are the rest of the tabs on her browser. She's online shopping. For what she would wear on her date. Because she'll never be caught dead in front of a store looking at the actual dresses. She knows the abilities of her schoolmates.]
Pink? no...yellow?! Agh...
[She adds something in her message] What's the best thing to wear on a date?