Gathering my things and putting them into my bag, I double check that I have everything I need.
I refuse to come back to this place before I need to.
Someone knocks and I look up to see Isabella.
"Dr. Masen. Glad I caught you. Do you have a few minutes?"
I check my watch and sigh. I guess I have time.
"Uh, yes. What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if I could get your opinion on something?"
I quirk an eyebrow. "Opinion on…?"
She shifts nervously.
Which I've come to realize is a very rare occurrence with her. Isabella Marie Swan does not get nervous.
Feisty was an understatement, Angela.
She rolls her eyes. "I wouldn't even be asking you this, but you seem like the best person for this." She takes a deep breath, but doesn't continue.
"...Bella, I do have somewhere to be."
She looks at me, annoyed. Walking forward, she slams a piece of paper down onto my desk.
Glancing down, I do a double take.
"What the hell?"