I stared down at my cup of coffee. It was growing cold but I didn’t really want to touch it. I had been stirring it distractedly for the last hour while my best friend talked to me about something exciting that had happened at work.
We’d sat in a small coffee shop together, at a little table that was tucked away in the corner. Most of the people in here were either couples or people conducting unofficial business meetings. Sitting across from each other, I saw his light brown hair fall slightly into his eyes. I looked up at him and smiled, nodding my head when I was required too. He looked at me with slight concern in his eyes, but I pretended to be listening. A bad habit I’d acquired during high school, but also a useful skill.
There was something bothering me deeply, my strange boss at
