At five minutes to five o’clock, I decide I can’t wait any longer, and amble over to Kayla’s cubicle where I lean against the entrance, eager to finish the day with her. “Can I take you to dinner?”
She turns her chair and c***s her head at me. She looks exhausted, and I can’t really blame her, the emotional roller coaster of the last few days has left me completely drained. I’m probably pushing my luck right now, but I hope she doesn’t push me away tonight. I need her more than I need air.
“We’ve still got five minutes,” she says, her voice playful despite the bruised circles under her eyes. “Afraid I’ll run away?”
“A little,” I admit. “I was hoping I could bribe you with food.”
“You know me too well,” she smirks, but turns to shut down her computer and pack up for the day. “Although,
