As Amber stepped into the office, her mind weighed heavily with the previous night's events. Daisy, her colleague, noticed the sadness etched on her face and approached her with concern.
"Hey, Amber, are you alright? You look down today," Daisy asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.
Amber forced a small smile, hoping to mask the turmoil within. "Oh, it's nothing, just a rough night," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
But Daisy wasn't convinced. "Are you sure? You look like you've been crying," she persisted, her brow furrowing with worry. "Your eyes are swollen," she whispered, careful not to attract their colleagues' attention.
Amber's smile faltered, and she glanced away, unable to meet Daisy's gaze. "It's just some personal stuff," she muttered, her voice barely
