I'm tired of waiting.
And I'm pretty sure it's been about fifteen minutes or more since the receptionist left.
I'm still at the lobby where all the gritty, and sweaty mercenaries are filled.
On a long, wooden chair. Long enough to fit about 20 or so people; I'm seated. My head low, my arms folded, and my right leg gently tap the ground in a rythimic movement.
There's no one besides me on the long chair. I think everyone is avoiding me.
A weary sigh leaves my lips.
It must be because of Jennette. I mean, everyone might think we're related in some sort way because she saved me. And about her reputation; she never once told me she's… famous.
Jennette's still hiding in the distance— between crowds of people. And the two green rings revolving around her are highly visible to me.
Just what is she doing? Hasn't she already revealed herself? Right now, I can see where she's hiding.
