You stand up and remember that you had promised to meet with a customer. Now you were here eating sandwiches with Helen.
"Like. Oh my gawd. Absolutely forgot that client just called me! Helen! Could you be dearie and drive to me to my usual spot~? My customer might be waiting for me fooh sure." You panic as your mind is reminded of the phone call you just had.
"Uhm? Right. Do we use your car or do you want to hop to my sports car to impress them?" Helen replied back as she pats your head.
"Nooo-uuhh~ Helen. I caaaan't. I don't want my customers feel baaaad~ I get less money if they get like super antsy." You weep to Helen as you two go to the garage.
The moment you see Loona's car your conscious shoots back to control by the sheer flabbergastedness you are feeling. Loona's dinky little car is not some old rusty piece of junk but is a very high-end expensive sports car that looks maybe five or six years older model than the car next to it which must belong to Helen. Does Loona really think that her clients can spot the difference if she comes with 'that' old of a car. Like holy hell this girl is vain. You feel that you want to scream how bimbo Loona is. How can this girl function in her life when her worries are this small. You seethe in your mind as you feel the growing urge to go back home. If you can't. Then you just make yourself the dominant personality inside Loona's mind. You make your top priority to get the book instead of wanking some crummy client's meat-rod or jeweled red bean. No. The Client is more important than a boring book. No. The book is way more important right now. No. Client is. Book is. CLIENT. BOOK.
"Loona? Is everything okay?" Helen asks you as you realize that your inner conflict is showing outside.
"I'm like okay I think. I don't know what my silly brain wants this time. Like it has these constant intrusive thoughts about- mmm mhmm mm" You force Loona's lips shut as she was about tell your plan with her blabbermouth. You still need that book but it seems you need to keep Loona happy like a dog on a leash. Then after her needs are done then you can think ways to get that notebook back.
'What an awful day this's going to be.' You think to yourself as you let out a sigh from your mouth.
"Loona?" Helen asks again.
"Yeah? Uhhmmm. Let's... Let's just go there and I do my thing. Okay? You take the wheel and uhmm you know, you get us to that spot Loona just mentioned she needed to be at... or something... I don't know. Just drive us there." You sweatingly reply back as you try to keep Loona quiet.
Helen gives you a funny look as she has no idea what is happening inside your mind. Keeping Loona's mouth shut is really difficult as she wants to constantly interject herself to everything. Then as you give Helen your car keys you hop on to the shotgun seat while Helen takes the driver's seat. You begin to worry how much control you really have if you are getting mentally exhausted this early on of your day.