The cutie lil' skinny, brunette of an assistant manager is in.
There are a few seconds of silence, wherein Musette and I resist the first word. She is in front of me, leading the way. It's like I’m hiding behind her and I can physically feel the words break her throat as she speaks.
We would like to turn our notice in, she says.
The assistant manager nonchalantly gives us Savannah's card and tells us to email her.
We'll attach some paperwork to your door, she says.
Simple as that?
Simple as that.