She smiles a bit wistfully down at the shelf of notebooks. Journals have always been something a little special for her, and it's always bittersweet when one fills up and it becomes time for the next one. Most of these aren't too inspiring, but... 

There. That one has a nice slipcase, a good firmness, and a properly affirmingly femme palette. 

She picks it up gingerly, and weighing the moment, before beelining to the checkout and home. 

Once there, she sits at her beside desk and writes a quick line at the top to try to jog her brain into putting something more substantial down. 

Hi journal...