if we ever stop talking, sing me a song
It's strange, not to expect anything and yet to be surprised just the same. The bowed head of curls and knotted whorls of morning sunlight and cigarette smoke have the hairs on the back of Tobi's neck standing up as her fight or flight instinct is triggered. "I'm the girl from the agency." She explains, sliding past him. He was some sort of Dick, she had gleaned that much from the door downstairs, which she supposed explained...explained what?
"Wonderful." Marching to her desk and eyeing the ashtray with a frown she tried to keep to herself, Tobi ran a hand across the keys of the typewriter before turning back to her...her, boss, she supposed. Right? "It's Mr. Rosencrantz? Am I saying that right?"
"Wonderful." Marching to her desk and eyeing the ashtray with a frown she tried to keep to herself, Tobi ran a hand across the keys of the typewriter before turning back to her...her, boss, she supposed. Right? "It's Mr. Rosencrantz? Am I saying that right?"
October
