"That's how they get you‚" he said‚ nodding with fake seriousness. "They wave the salary in your face and before you know it you're stuck in a cubicle wondering where your twenties went."
"You sound like you're speaking from personal experience."
"Two years of it‚" he said‚ raising his coffee cup in a mock toast. "But hey‚ at least the coffee here is decent and the break room has natural lighting. It's the little things."
I smiled again. Talking to Mark was easy. He didn't pry or push. He just talked to me like a normal human being‚ and after the last forty-eight hours of my life‚ I really needed that.
"I'd love to get to know you better‚ Skye‚" he said‚ and his voice shifted just slightly‚ just enough that I noticed. It was still friendly‚ still warm‚ but there was something underneat
