Mel: Come over here and play with my hair!!!
Bev: Play with your own hair.
Mel: Pleeeeeeasee.
Mel: Come over here and play with my hair!!!
Bev: Play with your own hair.
Mel: Pleeeeeeasee.
What I hope for is to find someone that loves to read. Someone who doesn’t look at the romance genre and say “yuck” or think it’s too sappy. I want..no, I need someone that enjoys the cliches and ‘sappiness’.
I feel like, deep down, everyone actually wants that sappy, cliche relationship. They want a connection with someone like you see in the movies. The one where you look into each other’s eyes and just know that you love each other.
I want that kind of connection with someone…
???: I’m your new boss, Mr. Salavani.
Bev: Nice to meet you, sir.
Mr. Salavani: Come with me, right this way to your cubicle.
His voice is so god awfully annoying that I hope he isn’t a talker. He seems cocky, but I shouldn’t be quick to judge.
WEARING HEELS WAS A BAD IDEA THEY ARE SO LOUD
The room has gone silent too, which makes things even scArier.
Feels like everyone is staring…I need to get away…COFFEE; I’ll make coffee. Kitchen is right over there. Make way to the kitchen…