Head inside

Stepping inside, Ethan makes for the reception desk. It's the same woman from yesterday, wearing a dress that looks a few decades out of fashion. She looks like a 1960s secretary, but she's actually pulling it off.

“Hi, I'm here for-”

“Ethan,” a familiar voice pulls his attention to the side, “I was wondering if you were coming. But I suppose better late than never.”

Ethan blinks, slightly taken aback by the sight of Sam. She had been sitting behind a desk yesterday so Ethan didn't really get a proper sense of her but now…

She's short. Very short. Ethan wouldn't be shocked if her height started with a ‘4’ instead of a ‘5’. She hasn't grown an inch vertically in five years, but in terms of width… At first, Ethan would call her stocky if he was nice, and maybe chubby if he was being honest. That assessment only lasts until he notices she's actually somewhat slim, it's just her chest is massive. When you look down at her, as Ethan has to, you can't really see past them. While he did remember her as being busty, she wasn't this big back then.

Ethan's somehow able to get his attention on her face long enough to notice her frowning. “Sorry… I didn't think we set a time…”

“Work days start at 9:00, Ethan.” She sighs, “But I suppose you're right,” turning to the receptionist she switches gears, “I'll be offsite for the rest of the day. My cellphone reception will be spotty at best.”

The receptionist nods, barely looking away from her screen if at all.

Turning, Sam makes for the entrance. It takes you a second to realize you're supposed to follow.