familiar faces, or not ( closed: milla )
Stretching her arms above her head, Presa started to yawn until she caught herself and lowered an arm so she could cover her mouth with her free hand. Working at a school isn't always as fun as it seems; sometimes you were stuck staying up late and end up getting little sleep.
Sure, she's not a teacher, but that didn't mean she isn't doing school related stuff back in her dorm too. Pushing her glasses down a little, she rubbed one of her eyes and glanced around the hallway. The peace felt nice.
If only they got it more often.
Children, or at least teenagers, could be so loud and annoying at times. On the place side they were better behaved than one young teen that she knows, or at least most of them do. Leaning to the right a little, Presa blinked a few times when some familiar hair catches her eye.
"Milla ... am I correct?"
Her tone is soft, yet a little flat as she gave the woman a quick look over. She couldn't put her finger on it just yet, but something felt different about her.
