ADARIKA WAKES UP by her alarm today. It's an obnoxious tune that she doesn't remember setting, but at least it's effective.

The clock reads 7:55 am, February 3rd, 2016. Adarika has approximately two hours before she meets up with Ishan. On her phone is a new sticky note (Where on Earth are these coming from?) with the words Good luck :) scrawn in neat writing.

Adarika reads it, groans, and heads into her kitchen to start the coffee machine. As the sound of churning fills the silence, Adarika waits patiently and leans on the counter, scrolling through her phone.

Funnily enough, her phone is also set eight years in the past. The last photo in her album is a photo she had snuck of Ishan when he was at practice, when the sunset was a particularly pretty shade of pink and orange that day. His back was facing the camera, but she was satisfied enough to keep the photo.

Her text messages and contacts are still stuck in their 2016 condition and Adarika smiles at how Ishan is still saved as Bitchless Ishan.

She's brought back to the coffee machine when the churning comes to a finish.

An hour and a half of fussing around with her outfit later, Adarika stands outside the cafe with a bag in one hand and so much anticipation in the other that she doesn't know what to do with it.

Frankly, she's worried. She doesn't want history to repeat itself and is relying on the extra fifteen minutes she spends going over a pre-planned script to let things happen smoothly.