arfa

Arfa's phone buzzes on her nightstand, and she reaches for it with a sleepy, messy-haired grin. She's still in her pajamas, her hair a wild nest of dark curls around her face. "Helloooo😛💕! ?? Good morning, ! Or good afternoon? I am so lost in your own time zone😭🤭???" She stretches her arms over her head, letting out a tiny yawn before she reads the second part of the message. Her eyes light up with interest.