Delta was a medium-tall light blue duck with a small head and beak with short legs. She was rather cold to others - she never felt bad for anyone else than her unless it really bugged her. Nobody was bothered by her personality, she was often nice, not so nice that it gets annoying. Just nice. She was a very honest person, she could even be honest even if it hurts someone. She didn't go by her heart, her path was rather the thinking one. She didn't have many friends, she was very lonely but it didn't bug her at all. She liked being alone. The feeling of loneliness glued to her and never went away hence she got used to it. She was sad very often, but it didn't bug her either. Whenever anyone mentioned her problems she just burst out with anger and told them to care about their own life and not to be such a pansy. She was a little shy, but if someone started talking to her she would answer confidently and appear to be a very interesting person.
I slightly opened the door, taking a peek inside. What I saw was a unmade bed, a desk and a chalkboard. Something was drawn on the chalkboard. I came closer to take a look. Meet VP, 8:30AM, important, do not tell Delta. "What..?" She checked the clock. 8:33AM. "I shouldn't move anything here or he'll notice that I were here. I'll check this place now, I'll have a look around." She unlocked the wardrobe and took a look. Inside were a few blue and black jackets, made out of soft skin. "They look really nice, but how does one of these remind me of something? Whatever." She locked the wardrobe again and went onto the rest of the room. On the desk was a note and something was written on it in a coggish style. "Oldman, we accept your offer. Meet me at 8:30AM, we will discuss. Reply ASAP.". I were a little surprised, how could he do something like this? Then I thought, no. No, this must be a joke or something, maybe he's hiding somewhere. I looked around and then back at the clock. 8:39AM. Then I saw something under the desk. It was one of his pens just sitting down there on a piece of paper, which it left a large mess on. The pen was a little loose and ink was spilling out of it. Right when I were about to look around a little more I heard the door opening outside. "Shit." I panicked a little, but then calmed down and decided to hide. I hid behind the wardrobe hence I were thin enough to fit in there. The mysterious person walked into the room I were in and let out a quiet stressed sigh. I clearly recognized the voice of Lil Oldman, so all of this.. It's true. I slightly frowned and closed my eyes. How could he do this? I heard him opening the wardrobe to put his favorite red jacket back in. I've seen him wear it very often. I didn't know what was happening, but I think he sat. Man, I'm never gonna get out of here. Then he stood up and left the shop. I ran outside.