Fifth floor hallway, Wednesday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was headed for the shower once she finished baking got back downstairs from making cookies with Veronica. She spotted something small and red scuttling along the hallway, and remembering the announcement about the crayon, smacked her hand to her forehead.

Just in time, too. The crayon scribbled something across the back of her hand, then flicked off.

Nadia took her hand down and looked at it.

C+

She tilted her head and shrugged.

Fair enough. . . .