A Favor for a Witch

After the tense conversation I convinced him to return back to the office. Once the star crossed lovers were cool we went our own ways in the office.

I arrived on my desk and after sitting for a while staring at the blank screen for a while I gave up with a sigh of resignation. I need to clear my head so a visit to the restroom it is.

Standing in front of the mirror all I saw was a messy bitch, makeup smeared and tiredness speaking louder than my aura.  With a grimace, taking out my compact I started reapplying my makeup.

From the corner of my eyes I saw a figure of a woman leaning against the wall but did nothing to humor her except the apparent scowl on my face.

I reapplied my mascara, then gloss and even contoured my face again, finally looking somewhat the diva again.

"That's it, Lana. You look like a rotter-slut already." The woman said without humor.

I shrugged putting another coat of gloss, "Well, now that's rich coming from you,