Now that we have full staff, I stayed back to study. Bobby came over. There was some stiffness in us-history. He resents that I didn’t declare love for him the last time we met. The ‘sex’ wasn’t magical. (We didn’t even message each other once he had gone.) The only time he seemed alive was while going through my sketchbook. Even the doodles I consider third rate he found enchanting. I have become more organised about art since Feb. Just can’t wait for these exams to be over and get back to real work.