Office #11 [Wednesday]
Angela had an office. An office.
Of her very own.
Okay, yes, she’d had a room of her own before. But somehow this was that little bit more momentous. Don’t ask why. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was already trying to figure out what she’d actually do with it. Aside from decorate, because that was already a given. Oh, she had plans. Such plans.
… Of course, first she had to get into her office, and given she was precariously balancing a stack of sketchbooks (amongst other things) while she fumbled with the keys, that was looking like a less than simple task.
[[ open, with worktime SP from me. ]]
Of her very own.
Okay, yes, she’d had a room of her own before. But somehow this was that little bit more momentous. Don’t ask why. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was already trying to figure out what she’d actually do with it. Aside from decorate, because that was already a given. Oh, she had plans. Such plans.
… Of course, first she had to get into her office, and given she was precariously balancing a stack of sketchbooks (amongst other things) while she fumbled with the keys, that was looking like a less than simple task.
[[ open, with worktime SP from me. ]]