AISHA
my lovely prey, i'm a cliche
The rock near the entrance was so obviously placed, but she loved every minute of finding it and getting that excited rush. That was until she read the clue and realized she had no idea what it meant. Numbers, of how she loathed numbers. Much like her player who passed algebra with an exact borderline grade, she'd never been one for equations. Why the decimal? and the spaces in between some numbers.
It was still a clue, one she had every intent of deciphering, and so with another look around the patio, peeking through the early Deepfrost buds, she hurried back inside, loudly whispering "Oliver, Oliver" all the way to the bedroom where he'd disappeared to. "Hey, what'd you find," she said, with a soft smile on her lips, and fiery curiosity in her eyes.
Aisha takes her clue to the bedroom to conspire and search with Oliver
It was still a clue, one she had every intent of deciphering, and so with another look around the patio, peeking through the early Deepfrost buds, she hurried back inside, loudly whispering "Oliver, Oliver" all the way to the bedroom where he'd disappeared to. "Hey, what'd you find," she said, with a soft smile on her lips, and fiery curiosity in her eyes.
Aisha takes her clue to the bedroom to conspire and search with Oliver
for us, the bourgeoisie, so care free
