“You shot your dog and had it stuffed?”
Her fingers tapped on her keyboard at a cramp-inducing speed, multiple windows open onto multiple screens, all changing in split seconds. Minki had made the terrible mistake of inquiring about one of her beloved plushes, and she was too in the zone to realize the speed she spoke in. One word lead to another, and it was no longer a briefing of her plush collection as she somehow ended up talking about the family dog at home, and somehow about alcohol and tequila shots as well.
“You shot your dog and had it stuffed?”
At first, she didn’t hear him as she was too focused on what she was doing, then she finally stopped abruptly, and slowly turned to face him with the most puzzled look on her face.
“What?”






