Apr 2, 2018
@motherofajedix
Amias stared intently at the screen in front of him, then glanced to the woman next to him, then back at the screen. There were a series of scrawlings written along the surface, and he recognized some of the letters, but not enough to form coherent sentences. So much for understanding our progress.
He cleared his throat, cheeks warming as he spoke, “Can you, uh, tell me what’s going on here?”