{HERMIONE}

Leonardo’s office is just too large. The wide windows make the whole room so bright it almost hurts my eyes.

Different PCs are scattered all over his big desk.

Each one is open, showing lines of code for different programs.

I tap my fingers on his black tiled desk. My patience is starting to wear off. It’s already past 12 noon.

I look down at my feet. At the white shoes on them. They hug my feet so perfectly. It feels like I’m wearing a part of Adam with me.

I ...