Act I - Chianti's Reading Time
In the background, a steady voice coos out to any who care to listen, "take a deep breath in, and take a deep breath out." However, one girl, sitting on the leather chair that faces the grand flatscreen, is breaking the droning, monotonous sound with her own noises. Sobs are heard from her as she hides behind the computer that her legs hold up, almost in an Indian sitting style. The young woman's breathing becomes quick-paced, as she risks hyperventilating. The words she is able to form, albeit a bit slurred and jumbled, amount to two small words : "the feels." After calming down a bit, her noise level returns to normal, but the sound in the background is never alone; her sarcastic and foolish comments about the story on her screen compliment the soothing voice.
Yeah, I guess I don't run on diesel though. I will never understand how aromantic me loves shipping so much, and only Pokémon shippings. Normal romance books are junk to me.