It was like you were sitting in a room having done every drug known to man, in a single setting, and not overdosing. And that doesn't even begin to co...e close the way I felt. A lot of times when I fall asleep at night, I dream about the morning of last day of school when I finally got the courage to ask him his name (call him MR for story's sake). And I told him my name, which he said "well, it's very nice to finally meet you," sending shivers to the very depth of my core and made me sweat in. I wasn't possessed now with self-loathing really either, but I certainly didn't think of myself in quite the same way as I had done before. I couldn't really put my finger on what the real difference, the actual change in me was now ... but the old self-satisfied smirk was gone completely from my face when I looked in the mirror now. The arrogant spring in my step and the nose in the air was missing now as well, and everyone noticed it ... even Sir Adrian, much to my continued misery!Worse, the. “Think she could use some company, honestly.”“I would agree! Poor woman must not only be lonely, but crazy horny!” Sheena giggled as she got into the driver’s seat.“Maybe we could keep our eyes peeled for anyone who seems her type, then?” Jason suggested.“Maybe. Have to talk to Karla about that first. Don’t want to do something that will land us in hot water with her,” Sheena responded.“That’s fair. To the house then?” Jason asked.“Could we stop by a Cinnabon first?” Phalmina asked.“You could. Well, Steph, Im going to take a walk around the museum, please call me when Mr. Jennings arrive. Yes maam! Stephanie quickly shot out with a determined look on her face. Adelie smiled at her enthusiasm. It was one of the reasons why she hired her, despite her having no work experience. She wandered along the empty halls. The walls still empty with no art, and only her heels echoing throughout the building. She liked taking these routine walks. She would try to imagine how the museum would.