The next day at work was surprisingly slow, especially for a Friday. Garrett was sitting in the lobby with Layla and me. “You seem sadder than normal,” Layla pointed out in that calm, quiet manner that made people want to open up to her.
Garrett let out an exasperated sigh.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, leaning across the counter on my forearms.
He was quiet for a moment, trying not to look at us. Neither of us broke our gaze though.
“What happened?” I pushed.
“My girlfriend broke up with me.”
“Oh…Garrett,” a frown immediately took over my expression. “I’m sorry buddy. Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really. Not right now at least. It feels so…out of nowhere.”
My frown deepened. Layla left the host stand to go sit beside him, pulling him into a hug. “Poe’s?” she suggested.
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