Summer's Voicemail.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Uh, yeah, this is Summer's voicemail. Who the hell calls people anymore? Just text me. But I guess if you insist on being weird and living in the dark ages, go ahead and leave me a message. And I'll text you back, like normal people do. Okay? Cool. I mean, the government is probably tapping all of our conversations anyway, but whatever."

*BEEEEEEEP*

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Delivery

[sharp_man]

At some point during the day, a delivery is made to Summer's room.

Inside is a flower garden dessert.

The note reads: Thank you for being my assistant. I thought you might appreciate this.