• YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
• not mine : A small man with nervous hands scuttles over to make introductions. He lets him, uses these stuttering moments to collect himself before glancing down and meeting her eyes. They’re green today.

“We’ve met,” he says, and bows his head, an incline so slight it’s barely obvious. The Queen, before him, smiles. “Majesty.”

• write a story about literally "buying time"
• i answer to no one she said