Zack
“The origin of the fire started in the kitchen,” Robert started as he glanced around the room. We were at the fire station in what Robert had called their lunchroom. It wasn’t much to look at as it was rather plain and boring, but for this meeting, it served its purpose. I sat on one of the cold hard chairs and looked around at each person. Robert with his short black hair and dark brown eyes, Steve looked tired and irritated. Mr. Hank Collins, the fire expert or whatever he wanted to call himself, who had thick brown hair that had been slicked back to reveal his large forehead and dark blue eyes. His two colleagues, Jennifer - something - had long blonde hair that was held back by a flimsy-looking hair clip. Her soft green eyes were rather pretty but hidden behind a pair of thick gl
