#jacobklee

the older carissa got, the more worried she was convinced that she wasn't going to find that one person she was supposed to spend the rest of of life with. regardless of that nagging feeling in the back of her head, she still did what she could to connect with anyone in any way she could, jacob included. so, it was no surprise that she was here with him right now. her eyes were on his, her body facing in his direction. she never knew whether or not she was over staying her welcome and just always kind of waited until she could tell it was time for her to leave. "you know, i still can't tell when you're ready for me to get out of your hair." she replied, offering a soft laugh in attempt to make her comment less awkward. "feel free to drop a hint wherever or i'm going to get too comfortable."

character — @jacobklee

The disappointment of the final quarter's numbers had finally sank in. No matter how many times she looked over the documents, the numbers weren't going to magically fix themselves. The baker had thumbed over the stack what felt like a thousand times and on the very last read through, she'd gotten the point. What she had assumed was a good three months hadn't been all that great. Granted, in the grand scheme of things, her profit had danced just below the line of what had been expected, but in two years, she'd never fallen short. Beads of moisture kept staining her palms and every so often, one firm brush against her thighs temporary wiped it away. Her heart thundered against her chest and a stomach dropping feeling dared to consume her. Was this the meeting where he opted to cut ties? Where he expected a payout, or gave her the ultimatum of closing her doors instead? Panic, fear, and too many other emotions coursed through her veins and nipped at her bones until she lifted her head and found herself staring back at the man who had the power to ruin her future. "I waited to order, but they insisted on bringing us waters," she greeted, a forged smile on her mouth. "Shall we?"