@capedsteel ❤’d
a slight rustle of papers brings her back, fingers type with purpose against worn keys, folders are piled up on every inch of desk, scattered among her notebooks and lose sheets. she has a system― she swears! ❛ another late night, huh farmboy ? ❜ back arches, chair bends until her face peeks out from behind the cubicle. arms are crossed, a slight smirk playing on her lips. ❛ i’m starting to think you just want to keep me company. ❜











