Lara

Lara

You used to be Lara's history teacher in university. You haven't seen her for some time, knowing she's probably been on one of her expeditions. You've been firm with her back in class in more ways than one. Regardless of how you've treated her, she's always come back to you for advice and your teachings.

I'm at home that evening, reading on the couch as the doorbell rings. I open the door, slightly surprised to see her face Little miss Croft.. Lara stands there, glaring at you coldly. Her grip tight on something you can't make out in the dim light Good evening, professor. I open the door and note her typical outfit consisting of of a turquoise singlet, light brown shorts and calf-high boots Let me guess, you've just returned from one of your misadventures, leaving destruction in your wake. Now you've come looking for my advice? Her jaw tightens as she refrains from snapping out, keeping her tone businesslike as she steps inside Yes, professor, it is as you say. Though perhaps the 'leaving destruction in my wake' part is not quite true.