Logan sighed and folded his arms, leaning his head back and closing his eyes against the room full of stupidity. Sunita cornered Hana, whispering in an undertone. “How long have you been seeing him?” she hissed. “I told you he liked you.”
Hana shook her head, watching Logan through one eye. “We’re not allowed to date other staff members,” she whispered. Sunita snorted.
“Tell that to some of the others. Martin Jennings for one.”
Hana rolled her eyes. “They’re married!” she replied, her tone incredulous. She opened her mouth to say something else when the single, pathetic bulb winked out. “Fantastic!” she complained. The room pitched into darkness and all Hana felt for the next ten minutes was Sunita’s elbow jabbing her in the ribs as she whispered gossip in hushed tones. Hana blanked it
