Having finished washing her face Sophia put her long-sleeved shirt back on and took her hair out of the ponytail. She looked around the living room while running her hands through her hair to fix it, but Tim wasn't there. After a moment she heard running water and knew he must be in the shower. Left to her own devices, Sophia went back to straightening up the room. Once the living room seemed nice and neat she sat back down on the couch and amused herself with daydreams.

Sophia started to wonder what it would be like to date again with a certain someone as her boyfriend. She thought of all the things they could do, places they could go, situations that might arise in the future. Some were happy, some were sad as she imagined the two of them arguing. Given over to her overactive imagination and habit of running through what seemed like every scenario possible, Sophia was well and distracted.

Then, out of nowhere, a familiar face popped into her mind. Sophia suddenly sat straight up, pulled out of her relaxed state by the sudden rude appearance of an unwanted intruder into her daydreams. She banished the face to the back of her mind and tried to relax once more. But now she was a bit antsy. She needed to get out. To get to the library. To go anywhere really..

[i]Is Tim done yet?[/i] Sophia wondered to herself as she fidgeted with her phone.