Cristina was drinking her latte in the yet dark kitchen this Autumn cold morning. It was almost time to leave for her work. She was going through the final check list, a very serious look in her face.
Then she took hold of her phone and opened her sns. She typed BTS as every morning. She read carefully the words dropped here and there. And smiled until her eyes got humid again. She dropped her own words here and there too, and sighting in content, raised her body from the chair she was sitting on and started her daily run for the bus. But her eyes never failed showing that humid and happy glow that was installed there. .