The meeting was dismissed shortly after Aurora unconvincingly said she would see what she could do about contacting the Arctic Pack.
Kazmiyah couldn’t help but notice the reluctance behind the stoic expression that she had. She watched her walk to her car and decided to catch up with her.
“Aurora.”
When Aurora heard Kazmiyah calling her she turned around. Leaning against her car, she crossed her arms and waited for her to approach.
“Nice digs.” Aurora complimented as Kazmiyah approached.
Kazmiyah chuckled. “Same to you.” She replied in reference to her bodysuit and purple pumps. Her asymmetric bob fell in waves, her silver-white birthmark, falling across her right eye.
“What was the verdict on what Varick study of that dome of yours?” Aurora asked.
