Cold Roses

Oh, my bad. I must have spaced. Didn’t mean to bother you, m’am.

That's fine, Mr. Russell.  Is there a reason you're spacing out, or is it just one of those days?

He smiled and his eyes trailed to the chair that was in front of her desk and he walked over to it and he pulled it out and sat down, pulling his tie straight when he saw his reflection in the window. "Well I’ll say even if you only get a few hours, you can still as fantastic as always." A sweet grin came over his lips and he nodded. “Yes, the office tends to get a little quiet when it seems like everyone is starting to eat healthier.”

The blonde sat forward, folding her arms over as she then offered him her complete undivided attention; a smile topping off her lipstick graced lips.  Porter had always had a way of comforting even the worst of days with the mere aspect of his presence, and that had been one of the reasons why she cherished their bond.  "Don't scold me, but I've been eating like a caveman lately.  It's ridiculous." She chuckled a bit as her head shook faintly from side to side.  "I should consider banning fast-food from my life."

Porter smiled at her, he didn’t mean to bother her. That’s if she was busy, she can simply say the word and he’d carry on with what he was doing. But he just took her warm smile as an invitation to step deeper into her office. "That’s always the problem with any given day, it has 24 hours. And sometimes we don’t even get to sleep most of that time."

"I'm lucky if I get a little over four hours of sleep," The blonde spoke through her smile as she watched him take a few steps further in, almost hesitant-like.  "Take a seat if you'd like." She soon then offered with a gesture of her hand while she shifted her own petite frame onto her own.  "So is there any particular reason why you're here, or was it so obvious that I needed a little friendly company?"

Porter walked down stairs, passing the office of the supervisor. He hasn’t spoken to the woman in a while and he would just about to check in on her. He was just in time to hear her sigh and he softly knocked on her door. "Long day?"

The voice had startled the blonde, and she turned as her brow raised, but quickly relaxed once she realized who it was. Despite her common demeanor, the woman held the fault of becoming easily frightened. This was something she could never confess openly. She offered him a warm smile and shrugged her thin shoulder. "You could say that. I'm not even halfway finished with it yet though."

A curve flashed over the brunette’s lips once she continued speaking. “As tempting as a blank canvas sounds and usually is, I think telling you who I am would be much more simple. Besides, I don’t have anything to keep from you. Nothing matters as much as it used to when it comes to privacy." She mused with a slight shrug. Stephanie used to be nothing more than a shattered girl with only a sob story to tell. She kept to herself for the longest time, often staying in the dark just to keep from feeling vulnerable, but all that had changed when Tate came along. It took effort, and a lot of it, but things were easier for her now. She wasn’t afraid of her past.

"I'm sure you have, Stephanie."  The blonde pressed her hands over her thin hips, offering the ghost an apologetic smile, due to the obvious fact that she had seemingly been long deceased.  Avery had been fascinated with the mere existence of these supernatural beings within the walls of the hospital, and now that she was face-to-face with one, she couldn't help but illuminate her interest.  After a brief silence, she finely tuned her attention back to the brunette; a more serious demeanor making itself known.  "Forgive me if I seem intruding, but I'm curious.  How long have you been here?"  She inquired quizzically.

Stephanie had always roamed the halls of the house at night, as stereotypical it was for a ghost to do. She found the silence that graced from the absence of common patients to be soothing, and in turn, made the hours after curfew her absolute favorite. She didn’t have to worry about her privacy being overwhelmed by those among the living, despite the fact that she could disappear if she wanted to. Truth was, the house was far from over crowded, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it, regardless of her efforts.

Avery could have easily gone about her business and departed from this seemingly forward brunette. She was far from exhausted, and her bed was the only thing that sparked her interest at such a late hour of the day. However, there was a drastic alteration to the environment when she made her presence known; one that forced chills to flee up her slender back. Her eyes flickered as she surveyed the girl for a brief moment before offering the faintest of smiles.

“Well, amuse me for a little and listen to what i have to say. Perspective will help you identify and label the situations but when something surprising happens will be surprising then your perspective, the way you look at things, will determined if it is good or not. I sound like i am going in circles so I am going to pretend i am a lawyer with my closing argument. Sure the way you look at things changes things but when things are they just are regardless of how we look at them, feeling may vary, but it does not take away from what it is”

Avery chuckled a bit as her brows furrowed just briefly at the overwhelming bit of information she had given her. Giving a short nod, she let her gaze return to the nurse before her lipstick graced lips parted to speak. "No, no, it's fine. It's refreshing to have someone around who challenges simplistic concepts. I appreciate the morning 'brain blast,' Zora." she replied quite respectively.