Mother issues...
"Dear Sula, kindly take a seat." Nyla offered, gesturing to the white sofa opposite her. Nyla was poised upright with a leg slung over the other while she reviewed charts from her digital tablet and gazed at her distraction.
"You must be famished after a long drill. Would you like anything? Perhaps an electrolyte. Your favourite is rich in caramel. I'll have that brought to you." Nyla got busy with the order, concentrating on her tablet.
