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Leg bounces arhythmically against the grated floor, foot creating irregular beat with its tapping.
“I said I didn’t want a partner.”
Voice is low, quiet, head angled away from Maria to look at her phone - the meeting had not yet officially started, so she saw no need to act professional around the other.
“That was one of the deals, Maria-san, that I would be able to work alone.”
Dropping the device into her lap, she finally raises her gaze to the superior officer, brows raising slightly. She pushes her glasses up her nose, silver-rimmed windsors perching lopsided upon freckled face. The teen is about to speak again, mouth opened to voice complaint when the door swings to and a girl steps through.
Head turns to meet the newcomers gaze, hair shifting in its ponytail from one shoulder to the other with the speed of her movement. ‘Eyes narrow, gaze scanning up and down the girl before a small hmf falls from barely parted lips and the young agent turns away.
“Anata wa watashi yori mo wakai dareka o mitsukeru koto ga dekimashita, Maria-san.”
