A STILL SHOT FILLS THE TV SCREEN. UPON CLOSER INSPECTION, IT’S EASY TO IDENTIFY A ROCK LEDGE ON A CLIFF. THE LOUD CRASH OF A WAVE FROM BELOW, AND SLOW MOVEMENT OF A CLOUD, REVEAL THAT THIS IS A LIVE CAM. A SEAGULL SOARS DOWN AND MAKES AN AWKWARD LANDING ON THE UNEVEN SURFACE. SHE CROSSES in front of THE CAMERA WITH A LOUD SQUAWK, pausing to poop before exiting stage left.
OLIVIA TAKES OFF HER GLASSES AND RUBS HER EYES. SHE SHOVES THE TEXT BOOKS ACROSS THE COFFEE TABLE TO MAKE ROOM FOR HER FEET. SCANNING THE SCREEN, SHE DOESN’T SEE ANY ACTION. THERE ARE ONLY 4 PEOPLE LOGGED IN TO THE LIVE PUFFIN CAM. SUDDENLY, SHE GETS A MESSAGE FROM ONE OF THEM. SHE FEELS A RUSH OF NERVES. THIS IS A FIRST.
“Not much happening here, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty quiet.”
“How you doin’? Been here before?”
“Yeah, when I need a study break.”
“What u studying?”
“Dble mjr, bio and quantum physics.”
“Woah….brainiac.”
“; )”
‘So, WUF?”
“Maine”
“U got puffins there!”
“zzzzzzzzz”
“U must Luv puffins.”
“LOL, and?”
“MorF?”
“Why u ask?”
“JK”
“Where do you live?”
“Cali”
“You like birds?”
“Depends”
“wanna go private?”
“Sure, Gimme 5 mins”
“I’m PffnLvr”
“Cammerguy8”
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