Chapter 63: Azalea
[2055]
[MICAELA]
I’m standing in the doorway of Azalea’s modest living room, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen mingling with the scent of the herbs drying on the top of the fridge. The year is 2055, and the world hasn’t changed in ways I can barely fathom before I jumped to 2035.
After Justin and I got here this morning, I took him out to the city, and he was quite astonished by all the views he saw along the way, which is way different from Azalea’s house.
“Your grandma’s house is so..” Justin comments as we got back to the house, but he’s unable to finish it.
“Old fashioned?”
“Not in a bad way, actually. It’s just like my own grandma’s house in 2020.”
“Hahaha.. I know.”