Well, what can I say? I am hooked on Suits!
I know there are not exactly a lot of OC-Stories around here (probably because there are for once actually GREAT female characters already written into the series.
Anyways, I prefer making up my own protagonists, so I thought: Why not try?
Hope you like it and looking forward to any kind of feedback!
xxx
scuffie
It was already around noon when she finally got up and went into the tiny bathroom to scrub off the sleep.
She readied herself, looked in the kitchen for something to eat – of course, there was nothing except Cornflakes and milk, which she despised – and decided to go out and find herself a decent breakfast (or lunch, for that matter).
As she packed her bag, here eyes caught the coffeetable.
All she she saw were beerbottles and empty pizza boxes – remains of the night before. But what she did not see were the keys he had promised to leave for her.
She sighed and took out her phone to dial his number. He had already warned her, that he'd be working late, and she really was not in the mood to spent most of the night in a raunchy Brooklyn bar – especially not with that thing tomorrow.
So she dialed his number, but – of course! - he had forgotten his phone, which was now ringing loudly on the dining table behind her.
Great.
She took a deep breath and looked around the flat. How the hell was she supposed to reach him now? Goddamnit.
Sighing she came closer to his beloved shelf, stocked with books – which could really use some dusting – and there she found it.
Exactly what she needed - His business card, which read:
Michael Ross, Associate
Pearson Hardman Law. Inc.
She turned it around and found an address and his mobile phone number, which she was not stupid enough to dial a second time.