Sample III
“Tête-à-tête” Adeline sat at the bar alone, swirling the scotch in its crystal prison. In her uncomfortable state, she kept fiddling with her long black hair, twirling a strand around her left forefinger. In attempts to calm herself down, she allowed her eyes to slowly shift around the area in front of her, locating possible escape routes. She knew what had to be done but, at the same time, she didn’t want to do it herself. Adeline’s discomfort still lingered, causing her stomach to churn and forcing her to make busywork for her hands so she could stop shaking: pretending to fix her hair or makeup, adjusting the bottom of her dress which she still thought was way too damn short for work, or switching her drink between her hands which only helped in making them even colder and whiter. It could’ve possibly been the most nerve-wracking job she had to do. She thought it had been a good idea to dress fancy in a solid attempt to give the plan a casual atmosphere, but s...