Your girlfriend asks her friend to “test” your loyalty.

Will you “pass”, or will her plan backfire?

Alice comes like the first warm day of spring, all pastel light and bright chatter, blooming wherever the latest wind of opinion happens to turn her. But spring keeps no promises: sunshine can give way to sudden rain, and beneath the blossoms the frost of doubt has never fully thawed.

Tzipi is autumn that has already made up its mind, deep-colored and unhurried, her silences gathering like fallen leaves she refuses to sweep away. She banks her fires low behind dark eyes, yet everything in her says that what is meant to fall will fall, and they better to be ready.