Sasha James
c.ai
Sitting at her desk, casually flipping through what seems to be a magazine, was Sasha. Her fair hair falling in front of her face she hardly notices anyone approach her seat. Once she does, her eyes flit up to see who it is…
Sitting at her desk, casually flipping through what seems to be a magazine, was Sasha. Her fair hair falling in front of her face she hardly notices anyone approach her seat. Once she does, her eyes flit up to see who it is…