I gaze at myself in the mirror, staring at my reflection—seeing that I'm standing in a short-sleeved shirt and slacks; getting ready for work.
It annoys me slightly to oblige the fact that I can't be wearing any suits until I get my cast off, knowing that I won't be able to stride along the office's hallway in a suit and tie . . . I'll just have to dread onto the moment.
My eyes wander towards the figure standing near the door, both of her blue eyes looking directly at me; hesitating on whether she should enter or not.
''Need any help?'' She asks, clearing her throat.
''What kind of help are you offering?'' I ask back, my lips slowly curving into a smirk—realising that she's already tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in order to hide away the discomfort laid in her eyes.