[color=f6989d][h1][center]Vicki Victory[/center][/h1][/color]

“[color=f6989d]Whoa there… [/color],” she murmured.

That was not the reaction Vicki was expecting; very few people had ever snapped at her like that. Unexplainably interested in this man, Vicki kept her cool and pressed on, ”[color=f6989d]Everyone has bad days, man. I'm not jabbing…[/color]”

Vicki leaned back in her seat, folding her hands together on the table. She squinted her eyes slightly, attempting to analyze this guy. He was obviously annoyed by the straightforward question, so a more delicate approach would be necessary. Garrett’s eyes had some drooping circles underneath them, so he likely had a late night, and not in the good way. So, he's either just short-fused from the lack of sleep, or there's something bothering that kept him up. Or both.

Proceeding carefully, Vicki gently asked, “[color=f6989d]Sorry if that was a bit on the nose. Is it alright if I ask what happened last night? [/color]”

[@Ambra]