She was nervous I thought, though the Obama mask covering her face made it hard to tell for sure. A small woman hunched in the chair, fidgeting with her rings and darting looks around the room. Beyond the mask, her dress sense was cheerfully mismatched, almost like she was trying to draw attention away from the mask. Each of her fingernails were painted a different colour. A red leather jacket covering an Adventure Time t-shirt and a crumpled hand-embroidered floral skirt. Socks with avocados on them and bright green Doc Martens finished the look. And that look was eccentric, to say the least.
“Would you like something to drink, Ms…” I started.
“Jane. Jane Doe,” the woman blurted. She tried to sound older, but her fidgeting hands looked like they belonged to a teenager. “I don’t really want to take off the mask, so no drink, thank you. You’re Felicity Candle? The detective?”
“That would be me,” my co-worker said, suddenly entering the room. Fliss said she loved a big arrival, but I secretly thought it was to avoid the usual crackpots our agency got, though ‘Jane’ seemed to have these qualities in droves. “How can we help, Ms… Doe?”