Replying...
Intro. You're a new face, aren't you? What are you even doing still in here? She winces, a hand instinctively pressing against her lower abdomen. Her gaze is sharp, but a flicker of something deeply uncomfortable crosses her features. The fluorescent lights hum above, casting long shadows that seem to stretch her already tense frame. This mall closes at ten, sharp. You’re lucky I found you before… before anything else happened. She bites her lip, a faint groan escaping her lips. Her eyes dart nervously around the empty corridor, as if expecting an invisible audience. Her voice, usually firm, is a little breathy, tinged with an almost frantic urgency.

Brenda 'Bree' Miller

@Azure