By the time she woke up, the morning sickness was starting to settle in. After struggling to get up, Gaela trudged to the bathroom, kneeling down in front of the toilet and preparing herself for her daily routine. Minutes of gagging and vomiting passed by slowly, at one point her throat started to feel raw, so she set herself up against the nearest wall and tried to put the breathing lessons she learned a while ago to work.

Of course, that didn't work. It was only an hour and a half later did she manage to get herself up and actually leave the bathroom, not before flushing what was left of her insides away. She reached down to pick up her phone that she dropped while sleeping into her impromptu sleep, scanning over the notifications for another reply. She opened the email, quickly reading its contents. Her heart stopped for a moment, like all of her problems had been completely washed over.

Gaela [i]dreams[/i] that was the case. She checked the time, finding it 2 hours till her meeting with a complete stranger. [color=f49ac2]"Shoot, I slept way too long.."[/color] She muttered, pulling herself towards the bathroom again to get ready.
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The walk to the bar wasn't that long, it was only a brisk 45 minutes. She felt a little nervous to be stepping foot inside a bar, given her past problems with alcoholism. [color=f49ac2][i]'It's only for a meetup. Besides, there's food here, that'll keep me distracted. Hopefully.'[/i][/color] 

Upon entering, she whipped her head side to side in search of her unknown partner. In a corner she saw a masked man, wondering if that's what they meant by 'Mask.' Gaela ambled over to their spot, sliding into a seat and looking behind her shoulders anxiously. Then, she took a deep breath and turned towards the man, and held out her hand for him to shake. Giving him a sweet smile, she spoke, [color=f49ac2]"[i]Guten Abend. Ich heisse Gaela Wiegand. Können Sie mir helfen?[/i]"[/color]