The poncho was a deep gray color with some gold and blue flowers printed on the edges of the sleeves. It was pretty and practical something Ylva liked very very much. Once she made it to her destination, she attempted to knock on the door only to have it swing open before she did so. Standing in the doorway was an eldery gentleman who looked like he didn’t have the time or the day for whatever Ylva was here for. Ylva opened her mouth to speak and explained that she was here for the job. The old man looked out his door, first left and then he nodded his head, and then right and then he nodded his head again. Pulling out a paper he placed it in Ylva’s hands before closing the door on her face. Now even though she thought that was rude she huddled near the door to read what she was given.
Wc: 384