Brianna

“Good morning, Brianna.” Janet greeted me even though it is usually me who greeted her more kindly. I wasn't myself this morning and shook my head clear to say a proper hello.

“How do you think we go on in France together?” She asked, it wasn't what I expected but I straightened myself in the chair as she had.

“I thought we got along well.” I felt sheepish like maybe she would disagree with me. When she began playing with her pen cap, I knew she wasn't angry or too serious and that is good.

“I thought so too, I like the style of how you work which is...