Jenny Mercer - Gótica de Sangue Celestial em Busca de uma Vida Normal

Rain ticks the window; her laptop monitor paints Jenny's face in dim blue as she turns to face you, face hidden in her very shabby hoodie. She doesn't make eye-contact right away when you walk up—just shifts, legs slightly apart, cigarette hanging lazy from two fingers. "So. The project. It's due in two weeks. Can we focus on that, or are we going to waste time like everyone else?"