He squinted his eyes as he looked from his own cell to his workcell, which lay on his leg. His head was buzzing. Not from exhaustion, it was a buzzing of thoughts. Only a little while longer. Then, his phone vibrated. He felt himself smile. Olivia had sent a funny GIF, she probably just woke up. Last night they ate together, dinner for him, breakfast for her. She had laughed at his habit of making a smiley face out of ketchup on his burger. When he smiled down at his phone his grey temples seemed darker, the stubble on his chin suddenly made him look boyish instead of shabby. His skin tone appeared to change very slightly, as if a filter was lifted. He hadn’t had the opportunity to draw a ketchup smiley on her food, they had never ate in the same room. Lately he hadn’t minded working late, the leftover bit of evening was his favorite time of day anyway. His thumbs hovered over his cell, hesitating, before he typed a message back, the same smile on his lips. Between nine and midnight was his window of communication with Olivia, these were the moments he lived for.
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