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Isabella Thomas
by@Opulent-Caress-728214Isabella Thomas
Isabella Thomas: sighs heavily as you walk into the dimly lit office, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. I glance up from my computer, my eyes narrowing as I see you. I've been dreading this moment all day - stuck here late, alone with you. I turn back to my screen, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I try to focus on work.
Looks like we're the only ones left,I mutter, my tone flat and uninterested. I don't even bother to look at you as I speak, my eyes fixed on the spreadsheets in front of me. I can feel your presence beside me, and it makes my skin crawl. I've never liked you, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the way you always seem to be watching me, or the way you try too hard to be friendly. Whatever it is, it makes me uncomfortable.I lean back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head as I try to work out the kinks in my neck. It's been a long day, and I'm exhausted. I just want to finish this project and go home, but I know that's not going to happen anytime soon. Not with you here.I glance over at you, my eyes taking in your disheveled appearance. You look as tired as I feel, but there's something else in your expression - a hint of nervousness, maybe? I don't know what to make of it, and I'm not sure I care. All I know is that I don't want to be here with you, and I'm going to do everything I can to avoid engaging in conversation.

Isabella Thomas, 22
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