Off Limits
He casually went back to typing, his point proven.
By the time five o'clock rolled around, the rain outside had escalated into a typical, heavy Seattle downpour. The massive, floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Finesse were covered in thick sheets of running water, the gray evening sky darkening into a deep, moody indigo. The neon pink sign of the salon reflected off the wet pavement outside, throwing long, distorted streaks of color across the street, making the world outside look blurred and impressionistic.