When I wasn't looking...
I walk into my own work room feeling dejected, and see Sara there smiling as she waves at me.
"Good morning," I greet her. Then I quickly get to work, not wanting to talk about yesterday, lest it break my illusion that everything is okay.
About 2 hours in, Sara can't take the uncomfortable silence anymore. "Is everything okay?" She asks, concerned.
"Good morning," I greet her. Then I quickly get to work, not wanting to talk about yesterday, lest it break my illusion that everything is okay.
About 2 hours in, Sara can't take the uncomfortable silence anymore. "Is everything okay?" She asks, concerned.