Irenes POV
I sat at my desk again, looking over the various files with disinterest, I huffed and put them down as I stood up and walked to the window. It overlooked the street and at this height I could see other buildings in the city, which at times was nice. I saw the sky turn into a pinkish hue as the sunset, the clouds made it look all the more scenic, made me think of my father.
I frowned at the thought
As a child my father would often take us to Lake Ontario during the summer. The theatre was often slow, only having one small show performing, often a one act. Despite growing up in the city, my father felt it was important we also enjoyed nature. Much to our dismay we would be up before the sun, hiking the trails, and arriving back in time for breakfast mother had made.
