| | Lysette Crane didn't want to be here. Not in this outrageously cluttered room with the carousel horse in the corner, sitting on this rickety old armchair across from this girl in an overlarge cream sweater that reminded her of the one she should be at home wearing at that moment. Lysette Crane, suffice it to say, was not in a good mood. She was still in her work clothes, a tailored pinstriped jacket and matching pants with a powder blue blouse underneath, but she was out of work. She sat across from the young, bespectacled blonde and raised one carefully plucked eyebrow.
"Uh, good morning," the blonde greeted, setting aside a mug of something that looked like coffee with more creame than coffee, but didn't smell like coffee at all. "How are you this morning?"
"Wretched, so if this is some survey, I'd really rather just get on with it," Lysette replied frankly, her eyes finding the emerald green of the girl before her. She was not to be trifled with.
The girl let out a nervous laugh and shuffled some papers as an excuse to break eye contact with Lysette, and finally found what she was looking for in an old and worn spiral notebook, already open to a page that had the name "Lysette Crane" written across the top. Picking up a simple ball point pen, the girl bent over her notebook and balanced the tip of her pen on the paper.
"It's really more of an interview," the girl apologized. "So, can you tell me why exactly you're feeling wretched this morning?"
Lysette let out a breath of air. So it was this kind of interview. "I've been let go, and no one bothered to tell me before I got to work today."
The girl scribbled a couple notes, nodding as she did, as if encouraging Lysette to go on.
"I showed up at work to find this prissy little Barbie doll sitting at my desk and asking me which lawyer I needed to see this morning," Lysette explained, fiddling with the corner of the envelope that had summoned her to this very room. "And I just threw a shot at her and left. So now I'm here."
"Ah," was all the girl could say in response. She couldn't exactly relate to Lysette's current predicament, but she wrote down everything anyway. "What is your favorite ice cream?"
"Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey."
"Favorite actor?"
"Colin Firth."
"Favorite crayon color?"
"Cerulean."
"I'm really sorry to hear about your job," the girl told Lysette, finally looking up at the young woman and noting the dishevled chestnut brown curls that had started to get into her face. "But I won't keep you from home, best of luck finding a new job."
A small smile tugged on the corners of Lysette Crane's mouth, and she rose from the armchair and nodded at the girl before taking her leave. And once Lysette Crane had left the room, the girl in the cream sweater let out a regretful sigh and placed a fountain pen in a black leather box. A pen that was shadow black and bone white.
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