Clara Archer (helpingwhatails) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-01-23 13:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | clara archer, cohen wayland, ongoing |
Clara drew her hair over her shoulder and twisted her fingers in it, braiding and unbraiding the lengths as she determined if she wanted to put it back for today’s shift or leave it down. She always arrived at least half an hour early, but she was early even by her standards, the place wasn’t due to open for an hour and she knew there wouldn’t be much cleaning or sorting to do inside, though she wanted to help if she could.
Finding that the door was unlocked already, she pushed the door open and decided that she wasn’t going to put her hair back today; there was always a level of discomfort she felt with having her hair secured back and today was possibly going to be a long day. She didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot. “Cohen?” She called, closing the door behind herself. She’d only met the other man once or twice and to call it ‘brief’ was the biggest understatement possible. Their communication had been a quick ‘afternoon’ or ‘evening’ before getting down to work and she didn’t really know anything about him at all. She knew it wasn’t necessary to be friends with your workmates but it helped. It would be nice, she thought. To have some more friends. She’d never been massively social despite always wanting to and she did miss having people she could randomly text or talk to. “You in here?” |