Tanya's POV
Sitting in the swiveling chair of the library, my pink painted nailed finger tapped absently on the desktop as the anger I didn't know I was feeling gradually left my being.
I lifted my weight to head out of the room, however, I decided against it as the rage threatened to bubble within my skin. Settling back down I heaved an audible sigh and leaned my head back on the seat, shutting my lids for some moments.
Flashing my lids, I became focused on the ceiling before my eyes shifted to the window to watch the curtains sway with the breeze, the new paint matching well with the decor more than the previous.
In need of something to distract my mind, I slid the MacBook towards me and sat up in the chair. I pushed forward and booted the system.
Intertwining my fingers before me, I watched it boot and the antivirus scan the device before I shuffled through the workspace to my email.
