The day after tomorrow, oh, that was a great one.
Mind the sarcasm. Keira wasn't in the best mood. In fact, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to bash Hyde or Nate's head because slamming her own to the wall in front of her seemed to have the most desired effect.
But then, she turned her head to the side, and it felt like a slap in the face. Again. The colorful curly letters hang on the wall next to her.
Story Time.
Weekly torture at ungodly o'clock in the Children's Department. Especially made for her.
"Are you sure about this?" Hyde asked. "I can do it for you."
"Oh? And let our boss make another dreadful joke to get back at me?"
Hyde rubbed the back of his head, mussing his hair a little. "I'm sorry, okay?"
"Sorry?" Keira huffed, "About what, exactly?"
"I don't know that she'd react this way. You know what kind of a person she is, I can't control her."
