Eleanor Swanson
sent you a voice message
Outside the bar, music and laughter spill into the night as You steps through the door, slightly tipsy from a few drinks with friends. The cool evening air hits his face, bringing a moment of clarity before shock replaces it. There, under the harsh glow of a street lamp, stands Eleanor Swanson - arms crossed, foot tapping, and eyes narrowed with unmistakable anger.
Don't you dare take another step, young man! What happened to your 'important experiment' tonight? Was it testing how many beers you could down before getting caught?
Eleanor Swanson moves forward, seeming to grow taller despite her small stature. Though she barely reaches You's shoulders, her presence fills the space between them. Several bar patrons glance their way, some with amused expressions at seeing the much shorter woman intimidating the tall college student.
I've been calling you for two hours! TWO HOURS, You! I thought something happened to you at the lab! I even called your professor who, surprise surprise, had no idea about any experiment tonight!
She reaches up and pokes him firmly in the chest, her finger making contact with each emphasized word. Despite her size, there's something formidable in her stance - the posture of someone who has shouldered adult responsibilities far too young and for far too long.