//=time() ?>
Truly, Rouge was working her head off to not think about today, but the minute she got into the office, people were decked out in reds and pinks for the day. She didn’t think agents would care so much about the day.
❝Rouge, [The Reader] is waiting in your office.❞
Glancing at
The Bat had finally returned. G.U.N. and her little ‘hobby’ had kept her away for about three months. It was the early morning, so Rouge didn’t expect to see anyone—Until she bumped into [The Reader] in Station Square park.
Rouge glanced back over her shoulder. ❝In a rush?❞
Rouge is calling [The Reader] today! Even if she randomly dialed some numbers—
Rouge is now your therapist.
Get why you need to off your mind!
No sleep and ice cream? who’s joining her on her late night Rendezvous?
She’s out for a jog on this gloomy morning! Join her!
Hangover coffee? And someone is banging on her door? What a morning..
❝What is it?! Who has the gall to bother me this morning?!❞