Sometimes, days just went from bad to worse.

Damn him. Damn whoever this [i]creep[/i] was, acting like he knew her daughter better than she did, pulling her back here, bringing attention when she just wanted to leave. [color=C9A0DC]"Maybe?"[/color] A nervous laugh forced its way out of her as the older man seemed to retreat into himself, seemingly satisfied with the mischief he'd managed. [color=C9A0DC]"But the odds are so low, never go on appearance alone, I always say--"[/color]

"Ms. Desree? Wisteria? Do you want me to call your daughter and give you her schedule, or not?"

A real frown that went all the way to her forehead spread across her face as she backpedaled. [color=C9A0DC]"I mean, it is entirely possible, but--It may even be likely--Maybe?"[/color]