Allison's POV
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaim, staring at my phone.
Elsa chokes on her lemonade out of surprise and drops the glass quickly, coughing.
"What the hell, Allison?" she asks.
I pat her back, smiling sheepishly. I look around the company cafeteria to see if anyone saw what happened. Sure enough, there are a lot of people staring at me like I've gone crazy. I quickly return my gaze to Elsa, rubbing her back gently till she stops coughing.
"I'm so sorry, Elsa," I say.
"It's okay," she replies, straightening up and picking up her glass from the table. "But seriously, what was that for?"
I stare back down at the screen of my phone.
"It's five days to next month," I say.
"Okay…" she says, raising her eyebrow. "And?"
"You're hopeless," I say with a sigh. "It's less than two weeks to
