The Story

[Loyola]

Almost empty gray room with a dim electric light. Only table and a couple of chairs in the middle. Stirring a cup of green tea with her silver spoon, she's checking something at her PDA. Such lighting doesn't make a skin at her face to look any less pale. She makes a long sigh of the bored person who has waited for something, really unamused. Almost breaking into a yawn just as security system beeps, her look falls at one of the monitors, from which she can observed her guest that just arrived.

— Fucking finally.

She spoke to herself. Taking a warm cup with both hands she slowly sips, wetting her throat before something that could be a long conversation.

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