DESIRÉE DOYLE
The clicking of my pen got louder as I chewed on my lips, staring at the papers that were strewn on my legs, given as I was seated in a monk style in the front seat of Iris' car.
There were tons of them on my lap but my attention was slashed. Heck, I was barely paying attention to what I was struggling to piece together and it had me wondering if I didn't make a colossal mistake wearing a Grey sweater.
My mind was torn between the colour of my sweater, alongside the thoughts that came with it and the papers before me. The incessant clicking of my pen was to keep me in the loop but even the sound was beginning to sound so distant.
All I could make out on the papers were a pair of intense Grey eyes that flashed in my mind, now and then. It was so vivid. It felt like he was
