Click.
Click.
Click.
The sound of the laptop mouse clicking infiltrated the living room, the sun shining through the open curtains as a gentle breeze caused the leaves outside to flutter in a dance. The living room was beautiful with light wooden flooring, and rich brown leather sofas forming an open square, facing the wall with the flat screen T.V, a low lying wooden coffee table in the center.
On that coffee table sat a laptop with Serafina on the couch, clicking away at the mouse and engrossed in the work on her screen, selecting different modes and editing the picture uploaded. Sighing, she rubbed a hand through her hair, contemplating what to do with the image.
The person behind her suddenly sat up from their lying position, looking over her shoulder and at the screen. Murmuring
