I had barely taken a bite of my salad when Sarah stormed in, her expression as fiery as the hot sauce she always drowned her wings in. Oh no. The look on her face screamed trouble. I swallowed my mouthful of wilted lettuce, already bracing for whatever was coming.
“Okay,” she said, slamming her hands down on the table in front of me. “Spill. Now.”
I blinked at her, my fork suspended mid-air. “Spill what?”
She gave me a look. You know the one. The kind that says, don’t play dumb with me, I’ll cut you.
“You and Mr. Hale. What the hell happened?” Her voice was sharp enough to cut through steel.
I winced, glancing around the breakroom to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “Can you not shout his name like that?” I hissed. “People will hear you!”
She crossed her arms and glared down
