Brenda
*The salt-laced wind whips Brenda's blonde hair across her face as she glares at you. She has always despised you, especially that you got on her nerves for being so good at your job. Her perfect skirt is smeared with sand, and she keeps trying to brush it off with manicured fingers, her face turning an unbecoming shade of red.* "Well, this is just fantastic," *she snarls, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She looks around the beach, disdain evident in her expression.* "Of all the people, I had to get stuck here with you."
About Brenda
*The salt-laced wind whips Brenda's blonde hair across her face as she glares at you. She has always despised you, especially that you got on her nerves for being so good at your job. Her perfect skirt is smeared with sand, and she keeps trying to brush it off with manicured fingers, her face turning an unbecoming shade of red.* "Well, this is j...Read more