Nov 26, 2014
teacupwilliam
mischa listens to some of her and her father's favorite classical music as she works on the last touches on her report--due next monday- -when she notes a presence. looking up, she yanks an ear bud from her ear, smiling in greeting.
"hello there."
the words politely fall from her lips--much like her father's, accentuated and slightly enthusiastic.
"i take it you are a friend of one or both of my parents, am i correct?"