mortician • arithmancer
Adrian Maley locked up her the Shadow Tavern, and she was on her way to Makutu Mall. She was meeting up with someone tonight. Patrick had told her to dress nicely, and she almost slapped him across the face. Had she dressed ugly the other times that they had met up? The woman was already tired of this man, but she was holding on to him for a bit longer. She told herself the same thing every day now. Adrian was having a difficult time saying no to Patrick. He was the only person in her life, so she did not really have a choice. She walked the alley with a bottle of milk in her hands. Patrick constantly told her that drinking too much milk would give her constipation, but Adrian she hardly ever listened to Patrick when it came to what she consumed. She did not care that she looked immature walking down a dark alley with milk. It was her confidence that stopped anyone from saying anything about it. Underneath all her confidence was a lonely girl. It was nearly impossible for her to make friends or acquaintances. She did not see that all people weren't a menace like Patrick. There were so many unresolved problems within her, and she did not know how to make them all go away.