[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=teal]"Thanks. As for the week after that, uh..."[/color] Jess knew she should take her own advice, focus on the future instead of the present. Easier said than done. Not that it would be easy to think of activities suited to the two of them in any case. Taking tiny nibbles of the cereal bar, she mulled over the possibilities.

There were the arts and crafts activities she'd tried in the cabin, but she'd shown no aptitude towards them, as the anchor had seen with the bird sculpture. Who knew, maybe Roxy would turn out to excel, although she doubted it would be her ideal hobby. Jess thought back to what she'd enjoyed before isolation, besides solitary pastimes such as reading. Athletic hobbies might be an idea, besides woodland walks, which wouldn't be the same again. It was just a matter of figuring out what kind.

[color=teal]"Well, I did mean it about getting back into an exercise routine, so are there other sports we could look into?"[/color] she asked. [color=teal]"Uh, if you're ok with that. It just seems like something we'll both enjoy. That and there's sharing the music we like, and..."[/color]

She fell silent at the sound of a car pulling up. Glimpsing the vehicle through the window, she shuddered and stood. [color=teal]"It's something to figure out over the weekend,"[/color] she murmured, throat tightening as she spoke, her reaction most likely mirroring Roxy's. [color=teal]"Something to look forward to."[/color]

Her words rang hollow as she hefted her bag onto her shoulders. There was much more to fear than to anticipate.