/~Jennifer~/
Thirteen days to the mini tournament.
The morning light filtered in through the tinted glass, casting soft blue hues across the matte steel walls of my office. I stood before the mirror, calm on the surface, storm underneath as I checked myself out in the mirror. My fingers traced the leather strap of the thigh holster as I adjusted it tighter. The cold grip of the pistol kissed my skin, somehow for me it was comforting and very familiar. Today was just another day in Irish Valley, but I didn't feel like myself.
Not after the other night.
"This is the second time in making out with him" I said to myself.
