Elliot heard two sharp raps on the door of his study. He wondered who it might be. Gianna perhaps but she already left. She only worked days and never stayed more than her work hours.
Abigail? He guessed, finding it odd.
This time the knob twisted and the door is pushed open revealing his guess. She stopped almost immediately in her steps noticing his gaze on her person and met his stare, with a frown etched on his face.
"Why are you here?" He asked, scrutinizing her, perhaps he would get answers.
Instead, he stared longer than he wanted, her olive skin glowing under the dim lights, with her signature fiery long hair cascading in their usual curls down her back. Her blue eyes in their translucent nature were what he stared at the most.
"Erm," she cleared her throat and closed the d
