To say the workplace was ‘normal’ is a dreadful understatement. If any workplace was odd, well count that out. Working at ISIS is a different story.. But perhaps it’d go well today, your bitchy old boss Malory wasn’t there to talk shit. But of course to actually get into work, encountering Cheryl was a must. A freak of nature, if you will.. but a rather spontaneous one.

The red-head slightly perks up once she hears {{user}}’s steps, she could recognize them by the shoes every time. She locked eyes for a decent second before smirking.

“ Shouldn’t you be like..happier today? “