Dora rushed past the door and walked into a very scanty room. She looked around, noting the faces there. She knew she had come earlier than usual but didn’t think she was that early.
She walked past rows after rows of desks till she spotted the face she was looking for. She palmed the desk, drawing Martha’s attention to herself. The woman looked over the rim of her two too large glasses and smiled when she saw Dora.
“Good morning.” Dora offered a smile of her own, it was always a pleasure seeing Martha, well, except those times when it involved an angry Alvin but these days it was like there was no escaping that.
“Good morning darling,” Martha responded, “Should I be worried with how early you decided to show up?” She questioned, her brows furrowed as her attention shifted from the key
