Aug 28, 2014
Chance || belgian-jager
The weeks of work had blurred together, as well as the worry that nagged at her constantly. It ran her haggard, and while she had just gotten back from Italy, she needed a break. As such, she took a few weeks off from work. At least she had paid leave, for a time anyway. Chiara sat in a bar stool, which had become her second home as of late, and sipped at her glass of wine. Bright eyes scanned the room, watching for any sign of danger, “Hey, bartender, another glass?”