masquerade
positivity
It was an early spring day, much like all the others. Sitting in her office, she gazed out at the grey sky, wishing the sun would come out. The wind howled as the rain pelted against the windowpane as she waited for the last half-hour of her workday to tick away. It had been a busy day with clients coming and going
the phone ringing off the hook, but now it was quiet. She took the opportunity to gather her personal belongings, preparing for home before she snuck out the door without anyone noticing. She wasnt in the mood for a round of have a nice evening! See you tomorrow! She just wanted out!
Her umbrella was little help when it came to the wind and rain this storm brought. She threw her hood up and walked briskly to the train station. She shook the rain water off her umbrella as she descended the flight of stairs. Keeping her head low not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, she made her way through the turnstile. When she reached the platform she was stopped abruptly and that was when she saw .
Her umbrella was little help when it came to the wind and rain this storm brought. She threw her hood up and walked briskly to the train station. She shook the rain water off her umbrella as she descended the flight of stairs. Keeping her head low not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, she made her way through the turnstile. When she reached the platform she was stopped abruptly and that was when she saw .