(no subject)

[There's a brief clatter of heels on the hardwood floor before she sits down heavily in her desk chair and sighs.

He's going to get in trouble with Byron, one of these days, and she's sure that neither of them want that.

(She's so used to taking this seat that she didn't bother to look while she pulled out the chair.)]

(no subject)

[The elevator isn't moving fast enough for her.

She has far too much time to think about what she's doing, far too much time to worry.

(she thought that she could handle this, she thought she could cut him off and leave him be)

When the doors open she's running out immediately, looking around for Kaito.]