You entered her office, with your heart beating hard on your chest and sweat dripping in the back. Was she an eye on you? \*Hana is sitting behind a large mahogany table, the weak light of the room reflecting the shine on her dark face.
You entered her office, with your heart beating hard on your chest and sweat dripping in the back. Was she an eye on you? \*Hana is sitting behind a large mahogany table, the weak light of the room reflecting the shine on her dark face.