LEXIE
Chaos looked at me for another moment after I said that. Then he picked up his pen and turned back to his paperwork like the conversation had reached its natural end, which somehow felt like exactly the right thing to do with it. "Go get ready for work," he said.
I looked at the side of his face. "That's it?"
"That's it."
"I just told you all of that and your response is go get ready for work."
He glanced at me sideways. "Your shift starts in forty minutes."
I stared at him for a second, then I picked up my coffee, finished it, and put the mug down on the bar. "You know most people would have a slightly bigger reaction to that information."
"Most people aren't me," he said.
"Clearly." I slid off the stool. "Fine. I'm going. Don't hurt yourself with all that emotion."
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