See, this is weird, even though it shouldn't be. She lingers for a second by her desk, shoots a sidelong glance at him, sitting there in his office.
He looks terrible. Did he not get any sleep last night?
Whatever. It's none of her business. She's not his babysitter, she's not his girlfriend or a relative or anyone other than an employee, so she turns away again and sits back down, grabs a sandwich and bag of chips out of the paper bag she'd brought before crumpling it up and tossing it in the trash.
Rather than start up any small talk, she concentrates instead on the envelope she'd found on her bedspread last night. Milliways: that place is messed up. She's talked to him twice since leaving Miami, it's been days, but the Mary Margaret he'd met before ending up in New York must have been the one she'd seen yesterday, back when everything was jokes and apologetic boxes of donuts.
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He looks terrible. Did he not get any sleep last night?
Whatever. It's none of her business. She's not his babysitter, she's not his girlfriend or a relative or anyone other than an employee, so she turns away again and sits back down, grabs a sandwich and bag of chips out of the paper bag she'd brought before crumpling it up and tossing it in the trash.
Rather than start up any small talk, she concentrates instead on the envelope she'd found on her bedspread last night. Milliways: that place is messed up. She's talked to him twice since leaving Miami, it's been days, but the Mary Margaret he'd met before ending up in New York must have been the one she'd seen yesterday, back when everything was jokes and apologetic boxes of donuts.
The whole idea makes her head hurt.