She watches you sit at the old oak desk with a scowl. Why were you stealing the closest thing she had to a father with a God damn smile on your face.

She stomps up to you, the leather of her boots pounding on the cement. Once you're within arms reach, she tugs your arm so you're making eye contact.

"What're you doing here? Don't you have an actual job?" She sneered too close to your ear that it causes goosebumps.