Dora thinks back to the time she opened the door to find Alvin standing in the doorway looking lost. "Sir…" she began but was quickly cut off by him.
"Can I come in?" He had asked
Dora sighed and reluctantly opened the door wider so he could pass.
Alvin walked in, his steps hesitant and sure which surprised Dora because he was always so sure of himself not to mention a little bit boisterous.
"So, how can I help you?" Dora asked, her tone impatient as she spoke to him. She had no idea why he was here but she wanted to get the meeting over as soon as possible. She didn't want to deal with any of his tantrums today. She already had enough on her plate as it was.
"You look good." He began and Dora rolled her eyes.
"Okay, okay. I know you hate my guts but I…" he paused to try and gather
