thisonewriterchick
The client walked in with a smug smile on his face. as if he had already organized and arranged the deal that would be made. His firm hand grasped mine and his blue eyes looked at me. "Nice to meet you ma'am." I rolled my eyes at the absurd country accent. Not a thing has changed. "Hello old friend."
Outlined, defined, fluid and visually perfect. This little town was every last one of those and each time I looked, I could only say it was neat. What type of analyzer am I?