She fought to hold the bagel she’d had for breakfast down as she observed the businessmen and women in their expensive clothes rush in and out of the offices. The atmosphere here was busy and fast paced. Discouraged, she second-guessed herself now as she hid behind her dark, long, wavy tresses and realized she didn’t belong here. The positive attitude that helped push her through the front door and make it to the receptionist was fading fast. Despite her reservations, she was determined to break out of her shell and prove to herself that she could handle the world beyond her comfort zone. Today, she thought, was as good a day as any.
Typical Monday funk set in like the summer fog that suspended itself over the bay any given morning and darkened
Typical Monday funk set in like the summer fog that suspended itself over the bay any given morning and darkened