She looked over me personally and nodded quietly. She knew sufficiently who I became, but she didn’t genuinely have any such thing to speak about as she knew or cared with me, as far.
“i would like your help,” I informed her merely, wishing I’d dressed sexier.
She viewed me personally questioningly, but nonetheless didn’t speak.
No explanation not to simply state it, I made a decision. Continue reading “Hi, Danielle,” we said, wishing my vocals weren’t so sweet and perky