And those few minutes longer between that first oh and the rest of it were brutal, as Prompto spent the whole time pretty much staring at his phone, wondering it that oh was it, and if that oh was it, then what did it mean? Was it a good oh? A bad one? Should he say something more? Would she just rather be alone on New Year's and was just trying to be polite and not hurt his feel--

And then the rest of it came in, and Prompto's breath left him in a relieved gush even before he read what she'd sent, and the relief bolstered itself once he saw and processed the actual words.

Ok good. cool. 😊 then it's a plan? And I'll see you Friday?