ROME
I noticed something different about Carly for the last three days. She wore pants instead of skirts, not that she wasn’t spectacular, even in baggies. Today, she tied her hair in a bun.
I admitted she was pretty good at her job. But that was all after she placed things on my desk— she left without a word unless I asked and concisely answered me as if she would pay a penny for extra words.
And when she looked at me, it was like she switched off the light in her eyes—she was good at masking her emotions.
I wondered if I had done something wrong or if this was her another day in the office. Anyhow, I had to admit that I missed her annoying opinions.
“Can you order coffee?” I badly needed caffeine, and I had no time to go down. I had to see the proposed plan for the next project.
