Diana anxiously tapped her feet on the floor, creating small chaps with her sneakers.
Her constantly rocking feet were the only thing inside Emily’s office that wasn’t static, else everything rested in a very calm and placid manner.
Obviously, except for Diana’s anxiety that oscillated at great velocities.
Diana pressed her lips tightly inwards in to her mouth, looking ahead of her, as she sat across the small white desk from her aunt, who had her hands still crossed over her chest, looking at her niece in a daunting and judgmental tone.
Diana immediately shifted her eyes away from her Aunt, somehow feeling oddly guilty, with her being caught with Adrian.
“I actually have a bunch of prom kids coming in… I think I should leave. You know ho stingy they get…”
With that being said Diana
