Impressions Ch 01
Gin dropped her backpack, sketchpad, and purse in a heap by the door of her apartment, peeled off her ski coat and shoes, grabbed a pillow from the armchair and flopped on the floor in front of the television. She was out of class for the week and the vintage record store she worked in was closed for remodeling for a few days. It would be a welcome break. She switched on the television and flipped through the channels. She settled on some rock music video countdown on MTV2. It would entertain...