Vanilla
Little did she know, an interior designer was the culprit.
"Definitely not tonight," He replied, drumming his pen against his desk as Mona pleaded softly, biting down on her lower lip until tears welled up in her eyes, reflecting on the opalescent morning sheen that flooded the space of the office. The cracked office window offered distant sounds of traffic below, stealing the man away for only a moment.
"My husband is away, and my daughter is supposed to be going to her friend's house tonight, and... I don't wanna be left alone like this," The woman sighed, forcing her voice to break with the speech as Jasper sighed in turn, contemplating the authenticity of her statement.
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