Peral
I stared at Anne while she looked around the hall, scanning to see if someone was watching her. I won't lie, it was creeping.
"Ma'am, I am really good with hair." She insisted on moving close to me; to be frank, I was not ready to get any help, but the words—actually, the gossip I heard made me want to keep her by my side and ask her questions, but that would be risky. I cannot let anyone know the real reason for me being here.
'Don't' My brain warned me, so I did not push my luck and agreed to her, and seeing me say nothing to her, she nodded her head.
I so wanted to stop her and ask her about the conversation they had, but I couldn't risk it; I know nothing about her, and there are chances they might just have said it for me to listen to them.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!