Melisa kept looking at her watch while completing today's tasks unconsciously.
Time always liked to play tricks—slowing down when you were in a hurry and slipping away when you needed more.
She kept making tiny errors too—writing the wrong date, putting a file in the wrong stack. Her fingers worked, but her mind kept replaying Jenny's note over and over again.
Why now? Why her?
Every time she looked toward Jenny's desk, she found her pretending to type, eyes darting nervously.
Was it real guilt, or just fear of consequences?
Finally, it was time for lunch break.She let out a long breath , preparing herself.
Then she left for the Star Cafe, the one she and Jenny frequently visited for small gossips or conversations.
Hearing footsteps, she looked back halfway—Jenny was following her nervously.
She stopped in her tracks, waited for her to reach.
Jenny looked around before taking her hand and leading her inside the cafe hurriedly.
