Anna's PoV
I stared at my reflection in the long mirror in my boss' room.
The black tee shirt that I had worn, which belonged to him, was more decent than I had imagined it to fit like. It was almost like an oversized hoodie to him, which meant it was extra large to me.
It was black in colour with something written in the centre of it in white along with a number. The sleeves were long, and they hung below my palms. The length reached covered my mid-thighs easily. I had now first tired my long semi wet hair in a pony tail, but now pulled the rubber out, letting them be.
My outfit oddly reminded me of the picture of Ariana Grande I had seen on i********: last week.
Well, I was no Ariana Grande, but if that pop star could wear it even while being watched by the world, I could surly wea
