Feb 19, 2015
mewmewmage
Rosie had worked for a week or so at LLL, writing out letters in perfect script before delivering them with a borrowed scooter. She had poured over each order form with as much attention as she could manage, and it seemed that after Valentine's there was a slight lull in the work.
A lull that allowed the woman to think about her own life. Her own, confused, lonely, terrible love life. Shit. Oh, but wait. Maybe her boss could help her out?
"Hey, Meulin, I think I need a consult."