Lucille grabbed a name card and rummaged in her bag for a quill. She smiled to herself when she found one, and took out some orange ink.
On the cars, she scrathed the words
"Lucille Beambrook" in large letters. Her penmanship was scrathy and messy, but in a way that looked like it was supposed to be like that. The
"L" and the
"B" of her name were exagerated with big strokes. She went over it a coulpe times, until the ink was a thick, darker colour.
She smiled to herslf again, and propped the name card in front of her on her desk.