>>18957138The rear doors swing open with a clunk as the veteran steps in, shoulders rising and falling with heaving breaths - no doubt she was running the track for some cardio. The cooling autumn air cutting like knives down her throat with each gasp. She hops up onto the apron.
>Morning, Kiddo.>I'm here on time today, would ya look at that?She pauses through her breaths to read the student's puzzled expression.
>What's up?(Posted on behalf of Ashanon)
