« I’m afraid we’ve reached an impasse, here. » The woman says, in her make-your-ears bleed British accent. “So you really can’t find my name badge? And you can’t let me in because of that?” I answer in a strangled voice, making a superhuman effort to stay calm. She says nothing, but has just a light shrug of her head, not a strand of her frosted-looking blond hair getting out of place. “We’ll see what we can do, Madam…” It feels depressing to be here anyway. Nothing is the same anymore. I really wish Lorenzo were here, or even Lamia
By the way, I don't mean to boast, but I have consumed both roast octopus and rice tea (or tea rice, perhaps).