Fuck, let her be!
Am I afraid of her?!
So, Devina Millet waited anxiously for a full twenty minutes.
Flossie Wright stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the door, watching the snowflakes dance outside.
The figures of Belinda Nichols and Joshua Bailey arrived late.
Belinda Nichols walked at the forefront, her hat brim and shoulders dusted with snow. Her expression was cold and unreadable, yet Flossie spotted a certain decisiveness and persistence in it.
As for Joshua Bailey, he stood behind with a slightly darkened face.
His eyes and brows spelled resignation.
God knows how he got "dragged" here by Belinda Nichols!
A female soldier, where did she get the courage to barge in, overpowering him in presence despite being in the wrong, her assertive words forcing him to make this unwanted trip.
It's downright insubordination.
When Belinda Nichols reached the doorway, she paused.
And Joshua Bailey strutted in with a swagger.
"Where's the military knife?"
