-Nathan-
Megan emerged late in the morning. I sat outside, engrossed in my computer work, as she appeared. Her hair was a bit disheveled, pulled up into a bun. She wore a long white t-shirt that seemed like her sleepwear, adorned with the word ‘Cutie’ in pink letters across the chest. It didn’t appear she wore much else, and I quickly averted my gaze back to the screen as she took a seat on the opposite side of the table.
“Any plans for today?” she inquired after taking a sip of the juice she had poured.
“Work,” I replied.
“What a surprise,” she muttered, prompting me to shoot her an annoyed glance. “What?”
I sighed and shook my head. She knew exactly what she was doing. I hadn’t given her enough credit. Last night she had displayed remarkable acting skills, knowing precisely which bu
