Time: 07:10. Location: White Lily Avenue, Mayers house.
13 days until the honey festival.
On the way to the entrance Veronica notices the abandoned sports bag near the door. She moves the bag to a corner with one foot, then looks through the peephole to see who's knocking. Mr. Rogers is waiting on the other side, the neighbor, a man in his mid-thirties, with an oval face, horn-rimmed glasses, and soft mannerisms. Veronica opens the door, leans outside and bids him good morning.
"Good morning, Veroni-"
The man is mute when sees the girl.
"My God, what happened to your face?"
"Oh, are you talking about this?" Veronica points a finger in herself face. The girl's tone of voice is very casual, as if to play down the bruises. Rogers nods worriedly, "I tried to do an Internet dare and it went wrong. Not serious, just stupid"
"Oh, okay. Tiktok material, I guess... Be more careful next time"
