C58 Independence

Akira Montereal strolled to his office, a file folder tucked under one arm with a coffee in her other hand. He watched her, studying her and grinned.

“What are you grinning at?” she asked, looking down at her blouse.

“You.”

“Why? Am I unzipped? Do I have something in my teeth? Why are you looking at me like that?”

He shook his head, laughing. “None of the above. You look different—happy