Aidan

I gaze at myself in the mirror, staring at my reflection—seeing that I’m standing in a short-sleeved shirt and slacks; getting ready for work.

It annoys me slightly to oblige the fact that I can’t be wearing any suits until I get my cast off, knowing that I won’t be able to stride along the office’s hallway in a suit and tie . . . I’ll just have to dread onto the moment.

My eyes wander towards the figure standing near the door, both of her blue eyes looking directly at me; hesitating on whether she should enter or not.

″Need any help?″ She asks, clearing her throat.

″What...