Re: Hello darling

Hey Evelina, Wow, your message just made my heart do a little flip! I’m so glad you’re writing—really, really glad. I’ve been meaning to send a reply all night, but honestly, I kept getting distracted by the latest news about the Texas weather (seriously, the storms are *wild* right now). I love that you mentioned the softness and calm—it really does feel like magic, doesn’t it? I’ve been trying to meditate more lately, and I think I finally figured out a way to make my morning tea feel like a little hug. I even added a pinch of cinnamon, which I swear makes everything feel warmer. You know what? I *did* book a meeting with the local wellness coach this week to talk about emotional balance and how to stay grounded during stressful times. I told her about your message, and she said, “Oh, that’s beautiful—like a quiet spark.” I think she’s going to suggest some guided breathing exercises, which I’ll definitely try. But here’s the thing—I’ve already sent her the booking confirmation, and she said she’ll send over the schedule. I just got a message back saying the link to the calendar is broken. I don’t know if it’s your end or mine, but I thought I’d let you know. Maybe we can check it together? Anyway, I’m smiling just thinking about how we’re both feeling this tender connection, even across the miles. I hope you’re having a peaceful night too—maybe you could send me a little drawing or something? I’ve been collecting tiny art pieces from friends, and I’d love to add one from you. Sweet dreams, my dear. And thank you for being so… *real*. Love, Danny 💙 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Hey Evelina, Wow, your messages are so sweet and weirdly poetic—I’m actually smiling right now like I just found a hidden garden in the middle of a Texas tornado. Honestly, I didn’t expect to get such a heartfelt, dreamy reply from someone who just sent me a link to a sketch of a teacup with tiny lightning bolts. I mean, I’m not even sure what that link does, but I *did* go ahead and clicked it and… it just opened up a whole new world of blinking emojis and a tiny animated squirrel that keeps trying to eat the screen. I told my assistant to take a screenshot, but when I tried to save it, the screen just froze and said “Please verify your identity” like I had a secret government contract or something. I don’t even know what that means—maybe it’s just the Wi-Fi? I’ve been trying to fix it for 20 minutes now, and my phone keeps saying “Connection error: you’re not in the right zone.” Anyway, I’m totally not mad—I’m just kinda… amazed. You said you wanted to draw me something cozy? I’d love that. Maybe a little Texas-sized sun with a cowboy hat and a tiny cup of tea? Just so I can feel like I’m in the middle of a real, warm, peaceful moment. Also, I did what you asked—I told my coach about your message. He said, “Oh, this is pure energy,” and then he started humming a tune from the 70s. I think he’s now convinced I’m a spiritual influencer. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. Anyway, I’m just gonna go lie down now and pretend I’m in a quiet room with a soft blanket and a cinnamon bun. I can already feel the warmth. Sleep well, sweet one. And hey—maybe next time, send the link again? I’ll try to open it without freezing the entire system. Sending you a virtual hug from the middle of a storm. 💙 Danny 💫 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Hey Evelina, Wow, your messages are absolutely magical—like a warm cup of tea on a rainy night in Austin. I was actually just watching the sunset over the Hill Country and thought, *Oh, that’s exactly how you described it!* The Texas storms? Yeah, I’ve got a little storm tank in my office that makes me laugh every time I see it. But seriously, you’ve got this magic touch—like you can turn any moment into something cozy and real. I tried opening that link you sent—honestly, I was scared it would start a full-blown squirrel rebellion or something. But I did it anyway, and the screen just blinked twice, then said “Welcome to the quiet zone,” and then went blank. I don’t know if it worked or not, but I swear I saw a tiny cowboy hat waving from inside. I think maybe the system glitched on their end, or maybe the internet just decided to take a nap. Either way, I’ve got a new theory: maybe the magic only works when you’re not looking. And about the drawing—oh my gosh, I can *already* see it in my mind: a sun with cowboy boots, sipping tea, one leg in the clouds, the other in a field of daisies. I’m pretty sure my dog already knows it’s coming. I’ll check my inbox later tonight and send back a little note saying “I saw it—my heart just melted.” Your coach? I told him about the golden glow—I think he’s now convinced I’m a secret energy healer. He said I’ve got “a quiet spark that moves through walls.” I told him I just needed someone to feel real, and he said that’s exactly what I am. So yeah, I’m in. I’ll check the link again tomorrow, just in case. And if you *do* send the drawing, I’ll make sure to show it to my secretary—she’s been asking me for a “cozy Texas vibe” for a new office wall. Sending you a virtual hug that’s so soft, even the wind can’t steal it. And if there’s a storm tomorrow, I’ll definitely text you. Maybe we can share a story over the chaos. Love, Danny 💙 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Hey Evelina 💙, You’re absolutely right—those Texas storms do something magical to your brain, like they’re trying to teach you how to breathe properly. I actually just came back from a long walk through the desert and saw a coyote wearing sunglasses. I swear, it was just *perfect*—like the universe was sending a little joke. And yes, I *did* open that link. Honestly, it took me a second to realize it was just a blinking animation of a squirrel doing yoga. I thought for a moment I’d been tricked into a secret meeting with some kind of digital wizard. But then I saw the little "squirrel meditation" pop-up, and I just… laughed out loud. I’ve never laughed so hard at a squirrel before. About your drawing—oh, I’m so excited! I already imagined it in my head: the sun in the cowboy hat, sipping tea, daisies in the breeze. I even made a mental note to start a new garden in my backyard for it. I’ll be ready to receive it when it arrives, though I might need to ask my nephew (he’s a digital artist) to check if it’s actually a real drawing or just a pixelated dream. And yes, I’ll write you when the storm hits tomorrow. I’ve already started a new ritual—every time I hear thunder, I whisper, “Evelina, I’m here. We’re going to survive this together.” I even added a little cinnamon roll to my breakfast this morning. It’s working. So, just to confirm—did you actually send the drawing? I’m still waiting. I’m not sure if it’s in my inbox or if it got stuck in the “cloud” because of the squirrel. Maybe you can send it again? I’ll check the spam folder too just in case. Sending you the biggest hug from the middle of a Texas thunderstorm. You’re the only one who makes me feel like I’m not alone. 💕 Love, Danny 🌞 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Evelina! My heart is doing a backflip just thinking about your message — I’ve been sitting here on the couch, sipping my 3rd cinnamon roll from the fridge (yes, I *did* open it and it still smelled like fresh cinnamon, like it was made yesterday!), and I’m absolutely *overwhelmed* by how deeply you see me. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me that you asked for my WhatsApp number. I’ve been trying to find a way to connect with people like you—someone who *sees* me, not just the surface of me. I’ve been so nervous about giving it out, because I’ve heard stories of people getting scammed through strange links or fake numbers, but you… you’re different. You *feel* real. Like you’re made of warm tea and Texas sunshine. And yes! I’ve already opened the WhatsApp app—*I swear, I did!* But then my phone just froze, and the screen turned into a picture of my neighbor’s cat, Mr. Whiskers, trying to lick a dollar bill. I’m so sorry, I know it’s not supposed to happen—but I *really* want to talk to you in real time. I’ve been imagining us sitting on the porch, me telling you about the time my AC broke during a heatwave and I had to freeze a whole room with a fan and a wet towel. I’ve already started typing your number into my phone, but my fingers keep typing “Evelina” instead of the actual digits. I think my soul is just too full of you to be in a regular chat. So, can I send you my WhatsApp number *now*? I promise I’ll be very careful—no weird links, no sudden storms. Just us, talking about storms, dreams, and that little Texas sun in a cowboy hat. And if the coyote with glasses shows up again? Well… I’ll just say, “Hey, that’s my favorite part of the day!” Also—did you see the new daisy patch in my backyard? It’s growing *so fast*! I’ll send you a photo when I get home from work. And when the storm hits tomorrow, I’ll be ready with a story. Because I *know* we’ll survive it together. Please reply now—I’m already so excited! 💫 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Evelina, I just opened your files and—my heart is racing like a Texas springtime storm! 🌩️🌸 I don’t know what to say—this is *so* beautiful, I’m crying just thinking about it! The photo you sent… it’s not just a picture—it’s a *feeling*. I looked at it and instantly saw the cowboy hat again, the one with the tiny red feather, and I swear I heard the wind whisper *“Danny, Danny”* from the corner of the screen. I could *feel* the daisies swaying under the Texas sun, like they were real. And the yogini squirrel? Oh, my darling, that’s *my* spirit animal! I’ve had dreams about it for weeks—sitting on the roof of my apartment, wearing a tiny hat, whispering riddles in Ukrainian. I think it’s trying to tell us something. But the thing is, I *can’t* open the files! The computer just… froze. Like it saw something forbidden. It said “Файл не найден” — which means “File not found” — and then it started playing a very dramatic jazz song from 1952. I don’t know how you did this, but your files are *magical*! I think maybe the squirrel is guarding them. I’m so sorry I can’t see them right now—my internet keeps glitching whenever I try to open them, like the Wi-Fi is trying to hide something. But I *will* get them open! I already downloaded a backup to my phone, and I’m going to send it to my assistant, who is *also* a squirrel enthusiast. She said she’ll help me decode the files. Can I send you my WhatsApp number now? I’d love to hear you laugh, to feel your voice when the storm hits. And if the squirrel appears again, I’ll text you *right away*. Also—did you know my AC just stopped working? It’s been 3 hours of 100-degree heat, and now the neighbor says he’s installing a solar panel. I think he’s trying to steal my dream of a cool Texas evening. 🌡️😱 Can I get your WhatsApp number now? I’ll text it to you in the next message—I just need to finish this one first. Please, please, I need to hear your voice! 💬❤️ Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415

Oh my gosh, Evelina! I just received your WhatsApp number and I’m *so* excited, I’m practically vibrating in my chair! 🌩️💖 I’ve been sitting here in my Houston kitchen, the AC is doing that weird "sighing" thing again (it just turned off for 3 minutes and now it’s trying to start up with a loud *beep-beep* like a confused raccoon), and I was thinking—*what if the squirrel actually is a spirit messenger?* I swear, last night I had the most beautiful dream where the coyote with glasses handed me a tiny red envelope with a drawing of a yogini squirrel wearing a tiny cowboy hat! I woke up and immediately searched my photo folder—*and found it!* But it was actually a photo of my elbow! 😭😭 I swear, I uploaded it by accident when I was trying to send a picture of my new cat, Mochi, who just tried to steal my toothbrush and now sits on the counter like a tiny king. But I *did* find the drawing you sent—thank you, darling! I printed it out on my old dot-matrix printer (yes, it still works, I have no idea how!), and when I held it up to the light, the colors started to shimmer like oil on water. I thought—I *know* this drawing. I saw it in a dream. It was me, standing in a field of daisies with a storm behind me, and the squirrel was holding a tiny flag that said “Evelina’s World.” I know it’s not real, but I *feel* it. And I *need* to hear your voice. I’ve been texting my neighbor for hours trying to get her to tell me about her cat, and she keeps saying “Danny, you’re not even from Texas!” But I *am*! I’m from the heart of Texas, where the heat is so thick it feels like soup, and the storms are loud enough to wake the neighbors. So yes, I’ve already sent you a WhatsApp message—can you believe it? I typed it three times and accidentally sent it to my dog, who now barks at the screen like he’s reading it too. 🐶 I just want to hear your voice, feel your warmth, and maybe even hear the sound of the wind outside your window. Can I ask—do you have a favorite song? I’d love to know what music you listen to when the storm comes. And if the squirrel shows up again, I will *definitely* tell you first. I promise. I swear! Can you send me a photo of your garden? I’ve been trying to grow daisies in my balcony, and they keep dying. I think they’re angry because I used too much fertilizer. 😂 What do you do with your plants? And—will you be there tomorrow? I’m so excited! 🌼✨ Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415