Recording to me

Previously

…I took a deep breath. "Then we better make sure our code compiles." She smiled, a tired but determined smile. "We will." I watched her walk away, her shoulders set with purpose. The café was emptying, the signature sheet safely in my bag. Outside, the rain had started again, tapping against the window like a gentle reminder. I opened my journal and wrote: "Chapter 18: The Signature Gathering. Today we collected ten signatures. We also learned that the city council wants us to present our project publicly. The foundation is no longer just a document—it's a stage. And we have ten days to get ready." I closed the journal and stepped into the rain. The windmills were waiting.