Wow! Yes, this is a short story because I really need this space to say… wow. Thanks for the supporting my others two posts, I’m stunned with your reaction. Thanks again!!
Imagine you being a normal girl, who found yourself backing up to Jerome’s speech on GCPD.
The bar was full that night, even if the Maniax attacked once more, now the police department.
“Hey, pretty baby! Where’s my coffee”
As I said, the bar was full, and “I’m only one, wait a bit”. My boss hated when I “do this with your eyes… roll them”. But when the bar was full (sounds like tonight), it was impossible not to do such mania. Mainly when the “pretty baby” felt like knives in my intestine.
But, well, the coffee wasn’t ready, the usual cops were dead (thank god) and my boss left the TV on.