Lo was getting some coffee from the Bearclaw. She turned quickly, nearly running into the man. She looked at him, he looked, familiar, like he could be related to someone she knew. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized to him.
The man looked her up and down before speaking, “Dolores, right?” Lo couldn’t deny that the man crepped her out, not to mention, it freaked her out more that he knew her name. Maybe she had seen him around the office.
“Most people call me Lo,” she replied slowly. ( @miladysmuse )












