IS A CHARACTER EVER SO ADORABLE THAT YOU FEEL LIKE THROWING A COMPLETE FIT AND FLIPPING TABLES AND THROWING THINGS AND SCREAMING BECAUSE YOU CAN’T HANDLE ALL THE CUTE
At the head of the maple conference table sits a young man with red hair tied in a ponytail. Small silver hooped earrings glint in both his ears. He wears a pale blue shirt, no tie, and some chinos. As I approach him, he stands and gazes at me with fathomless dark blue eyes.
SSAUNDRU WATER YOU DOING THERE.