amelia's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she waited for the other to answer, her gaze lingering on the door's small observation window. the rain continued to beat against the glass, filling the silence between them. she wasn't usually one +
deadpan. the rain only comes down harder, pelting the windows; nails on glass, tik - tiking. "oh, i understand," he says, instead of: are all you people sadists? being rude wouldnt get him anywhere.
"i was asked to drop off some ...