2000 hrs
18 year old Lorraine walks down the corridor, her long dark hair swept neatly into a ponytail, sling bag over her shoulder.
Standing in front of the heavy grey door, her eyes go over the letters spelling "Tammy" many times.
She takes a deep breath, swallows once and knocks.
"Yeah. Come in."
Lorraine opens the door hesitantly. Her eyes glued to the ground.
The door closes behind her. She doesn't take another step.
"Onee-sama."
Tammy is sitting at her desk typing away. She doesn't look up from her laptop.
There is a sustained moment of silence.
Tammy lifts her head.
"...Hey."
"Onee-sama, are you busy?"
"No.. Yeah.. Well I've just got to sort this out and - " Tammy's train of thought trails off.
"Um I.."
"Sit down okay? I'll just wrap up."
Lorraine crosses the room towards the black sofa set in front of the full length glass windows. It is a cloudless night. Lights dot the horizon. She looks back at Tammy. Tammy looks slightly dishevelled. She holds her fringe one hand and is staring intently at some papers.
Lorraine takes her water bottle out of her bag and drinks. It has been a long day at lessons. Regine-sama had been in a good mood today so choreography class didn't go as badly as expected. Still, her feet ached.
Lorraine looked over at Tammy again. Tammy mutters incomprehensibly under her breath and pinches her nose bridge. She walks over to the printer. Lorraine stares down at her water bottle.
2300hrs
Tammy clicks send on the outlook webpage. She leans back into her chair closing her eyes and breathing a deep sigh. She looks across the room at the sofa where Lorraine lay sleeping. Rubbing her temples, she crosses the room.
Tammy sits on the floor beside the sofa. Carefully, she brushes a lock of hair away from Lorraine's face. She gazes at Lorraine's flushed cheeks and her flawless skin. Her hand strays from her hair to cup her cheek softly.
Tammy begins to stroke Lorraine's cheek with her thumb. Lorraine stirs and opens her eyes slowly.
"Onee-sama."
"Hey."
Tammy continues to caress her cheek.