"Fix your bun. You look like you fought a windmill." He winked.
"I’m not late for work. Work is simply early for my genius." eliza ibarra late for work
Steve did not have a response.
She hung a right turn into the residential neighborhood, navigating the winding roads with the precision of a GPS. She was making good time until she reached the corner of Elm and Maple. Standing there was the bane of every late commuter's existence: the crossing guard and a parade of elementary school students. "Fix your bun