"I have some vocab sheets for you Callestor. Would you like me to slide it under your door?"
"Yes please."
I said it as if it was barely audible, but she heard me at the very least as I already heard rummaging through a bag of some sort.
"Okay dear."
I started getting used to Ms. Marsen's calming voice and how she always called me "dear." It's been awhile since I've talked really.
"Do you have a pencil dear?"
"Yeah, but can you please get some of my other art supplies?"
She paused then plopped one of my art kits on the floor.
"What if it doesn't fit under the door Callestor?"
"Then that's too bad for me m'am."
That was my attempt at a joke, but I could tell she didn't really find it any funny. I wasn't expecting absolute silence, but I can't blame the lady.
"Uhum. Okay."
Her heels clicked away as she walked down the hallway. I started to realize how much I've forgotten what this facility even looked like.
After a few minutes she came back with my other supplies then tried stuffing as many as she could under the opening of my door.
"All of these are flat. I think this might work Callestor."
More and more piles of supplies came in, almost to the point that I couldn't really keep up.
"Thank you Ms. Marsen. I uhm... appreciate all of this."
I can only assume that behind that door was a lady wearing a coy smile.
"I suppose you'll be needing this too."
She slipped a small black leather suitcase which I shakily picked up and examined.
"What is this I-"
Before I could finish she stepped away and scattered. I debated between either opening the mysterious and possibly dangerous case, or keeping it somewhere safe in hopes that it isn't evidence that could put me at risk.
