“Do you have an appointment with Miss. Montillo?” she questions. Her eyes widened and her mind began roaming when she didn’t see the man she was talking to a few seconds ago.

What sorcery, she must have presumed. Out of the blues, Alonso resurfaced and Pam was thrown off balance.

“yes, I do actually by…” Alonso responded as he looked at the watch on his left wrist, and adjusted the shirt he wore, trying to act as though everything was alright

There was a tiny box which was at the receptionist's counter ot was filled with tiny wrapped chocolates and mint definitely for customers. Alonso asked for a mint to calm his nerves but was blatantly turned down by Pam.

“Ten O’clock this morning,” Pam said as she arched her left brow and stared at Alonso and his weirdness “you are fifteen minutes late, and Miss. Perry detests that you should know” she commented as she looked away from him and back to her system not wanting to think much about what he had just displayed

“What is your name?” she a