 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
It was lunchtime and Kendra was rather hungry. After popping her pasta carbonara into the microwave, she had stepped away from the breakroom for a few moments to check on some paperwork she needed signing from one of her employees. And once she had taken care of that, she headed back to retrieve her lunch and was certain she had heard the microwave beep. Though.... had she heard it beep multiple times? That was strange.
But she was not prepared in the slightest for the sight that was before her when she walked in.
It looked like a tornado had struck solely inside the confines of the level six breakroom. Bits of food and splashes of coffee and broken pieces of china littered the floor and were spread all over the counter. Was the microwave on fire?? And at the center of it were two people that were not her employees, one of whom had her PASTA CARBONARA!
"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?" she demanded, accused, her voice raised in her loud, stern mom voice. She needed some answers and she needed them now!
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |