Love

(ENFP) popped in. Ten minutes of catching up. Happy. She has date. Off she goes. She is always bubbly. It was very sweet. She's suddenly just there. And blah blah blah. And she sits on my lap in the corner and we are making out and talking about love and planning to meet next week, but I just leave it up in the air because she is perpetually a last--minute person. Stories. She is a storyteller too.