Miles waved and smiled enthusiastically and Scarlett returned the gesture with all the optimism she could muster, even though the oppressive voice in her head kept shouting that it was all going to go horribly wrong.
Everything about the office was standard, ordinary – banal even. It was picture perfect. No books left outside of tidy piles, no rings from coffee mugs hard marred the surface of the desk, no single speck of dust had been allowed to stay on the polished wooden floors. Scarlett had been here many times, had spent hours looking at the uninteresting paintings and talking to the impeccably dressed lady behind the desk.
I made this here blog because I want a separate place to dump stories that’s not a forum/used for my custom poses. There’s not really anything here to see, but be patient even though I’m seriously lazy. I will start adding stuff n’ things.