5th gift
(if I do not post anything tomorrow, it's because we have Independence Day and am too busy trying to see my friend in the President's Party.)
December 5th, MaiXNaru, Ghost Hunt
A woman with dark walked
briskly to the office door. It was cold outside and she was freezing
after her walk. In her hand she held a plastic bag that looked bulky.
A little dog sniffed the bag eagerly, only to be pulled away by his
owner. The bag smelled like gingerbread.
When she arrived to the
office, she walked in he bosses door and slipped in silently. He
wasn't at work just yet, so she could drop the gift on his desk
without being noticed.
The woman took a
gingerbread house from her bag and set in on the table, turned and
left the office and walked to the kitchen to make some hot tea.
A dark haired man arrived
only a little later and made weird eyes, when he noticed a gentle
aroma of tea drifting from the kitchen. His assistant was never early
at work, so something was wrong.
He almost groaned when he
noticed the gingerbread house on his desk. He did not like sweets and
his assistant knew this very well. He almost called her to take it
back and throw it away or anything, when he noticed the card on gift
wrap, tied around the chimney.
“To Mr and Mrs Davis.”
Right, his parents were
supposed to come. But how did Mai knew they adored gingerbread?
December 5th, MaiXNaru, Ghost Hunt
A woman with dark walked
briskly to the office door. It was cold outside and she was freezing
after her walk. In her hand she held a plastic bag that looked bulky.
A little dog sniffed the bag eagerly, only to be pulled away by his
owner. The bag smelled like gingerbread.
When she arrived to the
office, she walked in he bosses door and slipped in silently. He
wasn't at work just yet, so she could drop the gift on his desk
without being noticed.
The woman took a
gingerbread house from her bag and set in on the table, turned and
left the office and walked to the kitchen to make some hot tea.
A dark haired man arrived
only a little later and made weird eyes, when he noticed a gentle
aroma of tea drifting from the kitchen. His assistant was never early
at work, so something was wrong.
He almost groaned when he
noticed the gingerbread house on his desk. He did not like sweets and
his assistant knew this very well. He almost called her to take it
back and throw it away or anything, when he noticed the card on gift
wrap, tied around the chimney.
“To Mr and Mrs Davis.”
Right, his parents were
supposed to come. But how did Mai knew they adored gingerbread?