MASHA
Back at the table, the laughter and jokes of my colleagues felt distant and muffled, like I was underwater.
Karen nudged me gently, breaking through the haze.
“You okay?” she asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
“Just tired,” I said, forcing another smile. “It’s been a long week.”
“Here, try this. It's so good!” Emily passed me a plate and on it were noodles.
I felt my heart shatter just staring at the plate like I was being stabbed by a thousand knives.
“You don't like it?” She looked at me with concern after seeing that I hadn't moved.
“No, I'm actually allergic. “ I lied,
“How can one be allergic to noodles?” She questioned.
Just then, the door to the room swung open with a bang.
The sudden noise silenced the laughter, and all heads turned toward the doorway.
Matt
