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Pandemic news, more pandemic news...God, I hate Twitter, why do I even use it?
Angela dropped her phone on the empty pillow beside her and closed her eyes. As a medical professional, she’s been watching the situation since it began. Unfortunately, her work separated her from her girlfriend, Fareeha, when she was deployed by Overwatch to assist in Italy. Seeing that the two of them were both essential workers, not to mention Angela’s fear that they could potentially expose each other to the virus, they agreed to stay apart at their posts for the time being.
That doesn’t erase the fact that Angela is lonely.
“God, I miss you, Fareeha,” she mumbled half-aloud, pretending she was there in the empty hotel bed space next to her. When she opened her eyes, Pharah wasn’t there, of course. Just her phone.
Angela began to scroll for Fareeha’s contact info. “I wonder how she’s doing.”
She put the phone on speaker mode and set it on the pillow beside her, laying on her side and pretending that Fareeha was there beside her.
“Hey, what’s up, babe? Everything okay?”
“Oh, nothing much,” Angela sighed, “I just missed you.”
“Ah.”
“How are you, love?”
“I’m good, I’m good,” she said, “You?”
“I’m alright,” Angela replied, rolling onto her stomach and kicking her feet like a teenage girl. “I’ve finally gotten the chance to look into yoga! My neck hasn’t felt as sore lately.”
“Aw, that’s nice.”
“Yeah, isn’t it? In a way, I suppose this quarantine has made it so that home practices are easier to get into.”
“It seems that way. I’m proud to say I’ve been pretty productive myself,” Fareeha said. Angela could hear the pride in her voice.
“Oh? What have you been up to?”
“Well, yesterday I tried crochet,” she began.
“Whoa, really? I never took you for a crochet gal.”
“Yeah, it turns out, it’s very relaxing. I made you a scarf. I wanna surprise you so no pictures yet.”
Angela smiled. “Not even a peek?”
“Nope!”
“Aw, alright.”
“And today I tried embroidery. I’m working on something for my dad right now, actually. And tomorrow I’m gonna try knitting.”
Angella sat up. “Hey, wait. Crochet? Embroidery? Knitting? What exactly have you been up to?”
“I just thought I’d try some new hobbies,” Fareeha replied matter-of-factly, “Everyone has been trying new stuff at home and I thought, why not try it myself?”
“And so, you’re just trying something new every day?”
“What, like it’s hard?”
Angela scoffed, flopping back onto her bed. “Don’t give me that,” she laughed, “I should’ve known you’d be keeping yourself busy.”