You have your father’s mouth and consequently have dreams where you’re ripping it from your face. Somebody told you once that you were inadequate and now there’s a bruise on your ego and you can’t seem to stop touching it.
"Hi, I'm starting an internship today?" Pixel straightened her blazer a little bit, standing tall and confident in her high heels. When the receptionist looked at her like she was crazy she pulled out her phone, looking for the information she had. "I was told to report to Anatastia or.. Parker?" It was odd, Pixel thought, that one of the lawyer's had the same name as the guy she'd met in the bar the other night, but she didn't think anything of it until the receptionist pointed to a man and said that was who she was looking for. The blonde looked over and froze, realizing it was indeed him. She walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "HI. I'm the new intern."