~Venus~
"Can I drop the formalities?"
Her gaze flickers between Lewis and me, patiently waiting for an answer. She's a petite lady and judging by the light wrinkles on her face and neck, she is probably in her early forties.
She's in a white long-sleeved button-down shirt tucked in a pair of black pants that fit well without being tight. Her blonde shoulder-length bob hair is neatly straightened, adding a kind of casualty to her tan skin. I notice the light makeup she has on and the ring on her left ring finger.
In all, her medium-sized office feels cozy with how the walls are given a sea-blue paint with white stripes here and there. Seated on the single couch facing the double couch Lewis and I are currently occupying, she holds a small notebook and a blue pen on her lap. Behind her
