sunshine.

When she arrives, she stands just outside the apartment, shaky hands clenching the key so hard that metal begins to bite into skin. Fighting the torrent of panicked tears that pricked at her eyes was an uphill battle, one that had her sniffling the entire way through. After what feels like an eon, she finally works up the nerve to turn the key in it’s lock, pushing her way inside.

The figure in the middle of the room seems enormous, presence filling empty space in it’s entirety. That alone is enough to make her pause, stomach twisting - a bundle of nerves. Using the door as a shield, she hesitates at the threshold, head peeking from around it.

“Um, I’m sorry, excuse me..! A...are you my...?” Her sentence trails off, leaving the obvious unspoken. ‘Servant’. Whatever that was supposed to mean!

hello it is i...the frenchiest fry.

my name is daily but some of y’all knew that already, it’s nice to meet you!