KASMINE.
Claire twirled her fork through the untouched spaghetti absentmindedly, entirely lost in her thoughts. She'd been moody all day, and I was sincerely concerned.
I was expecting a lot of stories about how her date went, the excitement in her voice as she gushed over the details, but she'd been quiet about it all day.
"Claire? What's wrong?" I broke the silence amidst the small chatter of colleagues around the cafeteria. "You've been like this all day."
She dragged in a long breath and set her fork on the plate. She hadn't even touched her food yet.
"I am fine, Kasmine," she released the breath she was holding, forcing a smile.
"We both know that's a lie." I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "Did he do something? Your date. Did he hurt you?" My fingers curled into fists beneat
