Wanda stares up at the building in front of her, squinting against the bright reflection of the sun from perfectly gleaming windows. It felt so… normal, somehow. Just walking up the steps and into a person’s place of work.
And just like that, in the space of a snap— something dark in the back of her mind laughs— she might have a chance at having some family around again.
It’s insane in its simplicity. Which is why she’s sure this isn’t a dream. This is real. It’s happening.
Her heart thuds wildly in her chest, but she manages a small smile at the thought.
“This is it,” she mutters softly, steeling herself as she walks inside the lobby and asks the front desk for a Lorna Dane.
Lorna isn't sure what to expect, but that's never been anything to deter her. Most of the time, she welcomes the unexpected, actually. She comes through the doors into the lobby a few moments later, her green hair tied up in a tight bun.
She offers the other woman a small smile in greeting. "Hey. I'm Lorna." A half second of a pause. "How can I help you?"
Wanda isn't exactly sure what she expected. They're sisters, it's natural that they would look alike, but it's still a bit of a shock. Pictures don't really do the essence of a person any justice at all.
She realizes she's been silent too long after her question and Wanda shakes her head. "Sorry, long day," it's nine a-m, Wanda, "um... could I speak to you... alone?" she casts a glance at the front desk girl. "I know I don't have an appointment or anything, but I...I just need five minutes of your time."
Beat.
"Please," she feels her jaw clench slightly, but she schools her expression, hoping none of the desperation she feels shines through. At least not too much.
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And just like that, in the space of a snap— something dark in the back of her mind laughs— she might have a chance at having some family around again.
It’s insane in its simplicity.
Which is why she’s sure this isn’t a dream. This is real. It’s happening.
Her heart thuds wildly in her chest, but she manages a small smile at the thought.
“This is it,” she mutters softly, steeling herself as she walks inside the lobby and asks the front desk for a Lorna Dane.
Then she waits.
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She offers the other woman a small smile in greeting. "Hey. I'm Lorna." A half second of a pause. "How can I help you?"
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She realizes she's been silent too long after her question and Wanda shakes her head. "Sorry, long day," it's nine a-m, Wanda, "um... could I speak to you... alone?" she casts a glance at the front desk girl. "I know I don't have an appointment or anything, but I...I just need five minutes of your time."
Beat.
"Please," she feels her jaw clench slightly, but she schools her expression, hoping none of the desperation she feels shines through. At least not too much.