Buttercream and Blood

Sugar Laced

4:42 PM

Timing was never her strong point, and with the sound of heals racing along the hard flooring Melina had arrived at her destination.
Breath
You are alright
It's showtime
Before she could raise her fist to rap on the door, it was swung ajar by a slouched and deshoveled man who didn't even glance at the oddity in front of him as he passed by. She quickly moved to the side to allow him through, taking a moment to watch him leave through the doors of the building.
The sight at Hannibal's door was surprising; an almost 5" nothing woman, bright colors adorning her flowing and frilly outfit and her hair loose and parted directly in half, Black and white. The people he usually saw dressed, more traditional. This one was dressed up as if she had just gotten off of the shelf with the rest of the dolls. Her knuckles where white gripping against her satchel and the smell of sugar was almost sufficating. "You must be Ms. Marnez, please come in." Dr. Lector had opened the door wider for her, his face stoic and his eyes ever watching as she slid herself into the office. "I'm sorry for being late, it looks like you kept yourself busy enough." Melina said softly once she was inside, unable to help the anticipation bubbling up as the door closed and footsteps came from behind. "Shall we start at the beginning?" Hannibal more stated as he sat down in his leather chair, Melina taking the seat across from him.