GREY'S POV
We sat on the same seat, but Leila made sure she sat on the edge, as far away from me as possible. She still held herself stiffly, as though she were were afraid of any contact with me.
"So, did anyone complain about the way you worked today?" I asked her after we had been sitting in silence for a while.
She shrugged. "A few customers did before we had the... talk. My colleagues mentioned it... one or two of them. I just told them that I was having a really bad day."
"And how do you feel now?"
"I... I don't think I want to talk about that again."
"Sometimes, it doesn't hurt to talk about how you feel. I told you that-"
"I know what you told me."
"Then why are you holding back? You aren't at work anymore. There is no one looking over your shoulder and wondering why you
