Fiona enters and sits, dressed in her work best, but with a very obvious smudge of tomato on her forehead. She is apparently unaware of this as she settles in the seat and makes herself comfortable.
As she brushes her hair out of her eyes and begins to speak, her thumb brushes the smudge and she grimaces, pulling her hand down to examine the blotchy red. She scowls at her hand and then rubs at the smudge, pulling her hand away again and working the pulp through her fingers. She spots the mirror on the desk and leans in to study her reflection, and then takes a moment to clean herself up before sitting back in the seat and focusing on the camera.
Mondays, am I right? You know, it's bad enough having to come to terms with the fact that the weekend is over and that there are still five whole days between you and another day off. Not that I really complain, I do love my job, but then there are mornings like these...
Self-consciously, she reaches up to brush her fingertips over the spot where there had been tomato. She quickly drops her hand and smiles for the camera.
And then there are mornings like these where I apparently didn't do as good of a job as I thought at cleaning myself up after a vicious attack by a killer tomato.
She laughs and winks at the camera.
So, for those of you who don't know me, since I've been avoiding this little box, my name is Fiona Campbell. Not those Campbells, the other one.
By day I'm a Solicitor and general fruit target, and by night I'm a karaoke superstar. No, I won't sing today, maybe in another edition.
She winks again as she reaches out with a hand to the bowl.
I don't have a lot else to say, and some of these have proven to be damned hilarious, so...
With flourish, she pulls a slip from the bowl and opens it, reading it with her tongue between her teeth. She is quite for a moment, considering, then she laughs a bit and crumples up the slip.
They want to know if I'd fess up if I was ever caught cheating. I suppose that I would have to have a relationship first, but who has time for that? Maybe some day in about six years when I'm rich and renowned.
She shrugs.
But, hypothetically? Yes. I would. Honesty is the most important thing in nearly every situation, and if I screwed up, then it's my responsibility to be honest about it and deal with the consequences.
Fiona considers the bowl again and then shrugs.
I think I'll leave it for now. Have fun, everybody. Rock on.