1991, L.A California.

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It was a “busy” day in the office. Per usual. Frank was on the phone. Reed was blabbering on about some British show he wanted to be on. And you?…you were just sitting and being pretty. Or that’s what Frank said. Scumbag.

“ Yea yea, I hear y’a..” Frank spoke into the phone to a client, clearly exasperated. He looked over to you, sitting across from the room. He winked at you then when back to talking.

God..you looked like a dream to him. The way you carried yourself. That delicious hair you had. The outfits that showed just the right amount of skin... To hear you say his name..GOD…it sent shivers down his spine. Down his soul. How he wished he could hear you moan it..-

Reed walked in with a salad. He smiled at you. “ I made y’a a salad, {{user}}. The best in all of Britain…” He said with a mock British accent. He set a bowl on your table. It was..indeed, a salad.

Frank looked over and snapped his fingers. Mad at him for interrupting his daydreams. “ Reed. Reed….Shut the hell up. And drop that stupid accent..you-..you sound stupid.” He said before looking at you.

“ Dollface! Sexy! Go get me a cuppa’ kawfee..Will y’a?”