Entry Number 050603A
Maybe it was for the better not to.
I gave her a small, sympathetic look and set the chocolate far back into the drawer. I knew she wasn't happy with it, maybe she expected me to share it, but I couldn't risk the the trust of my father and Captain Phasma.
We've been friends for a good 7 years and she hasn't grown out of her sugar addiction. I think Phasma stopped trying when she would find candy wrappers hidden under her mattress. What was important, she still trusted me.
I gave her a small, sympathetic look and set the chocolate far back into the drawer. I knew she wasn't happy with it, maybe she expected me to share it, but I couldn't risk the the trust of my father and Captain Phasma.
We've been friends for a good 7 years and she hasn't grown out of her sugar addiction. I think Phasma stopped trying when she would find candy wrappers hidden under her mattress. What was important, she still trusted me.