Chapter Nine - We'll Have Tomorrow

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Ronja looked down at the message before her

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Ronja looked down at the message before her. Something about it put her at unease. She knew it was just an expression, and that Miles didn't mean it, but the thought of going on a date with anyone that wasn't Jim made her want to cry.

Still, she was happy to have Miles. He was kind to her and it was easy to speak to him. There was no bringing up of Jim at every chance or awkwardness hanging in the air at the knowledge that he was being purposefully left out of the conversation. It was simple. Straightforward. 

She left him on read and sent a message to her mum instead as she had originally meant to, who quickly responded. 

Within the hour her mum arrived home with a paper bag filled with crisps, soda and fancy cheeses. They decked out the living room table with snacks. While Ronja made the popcorn her mother made some camomille tea.

"What are we watching?" She asked as she poured water into the mugs. Her blond hair was set into a tight knot atop her head and she wore a matching pink pyjama set. 

Ronja on the other hand was wearing one of her dad's old t-shirts, which went down to her knees and a pair of gym shorts, fraying at the edges.

"Little Shop of Horrors?" She suggested.

"That seems like the perfect way to spend the evening," her mum agreed. She set both cups on a tray along with the cheese and crackers. She carried them to the living room and put them down carefully, only spilling some on the walnut living room table. Ronja set down the bowl of popcorn next to it and sat down cross-legged on the purple sofa.

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