"Yeah, so I was freaking out waiting for my coffee while Cora started throwing up everywhere. It was pretty bad. I think she has a stomach bug or something."
Stephen was across from me, reclining in one of my uncomfortable chairs as he sipped his coffee.
I stopped riffling through the paperwork I was preparing for tomorrow to look at him.
"She's sick? How bad is it?"
Stephen ended his sip with a satisfied "Ah" and commented, "Mmm, don't know. I saw her come back to the counter before I left. She seemed sorta fine by then."
He was just telling me how she puked her guts everywhere, but somehow, she was okay after all that.
I didn't buy it, which probably showed on my face because Stephen suddenly said, "Okay, so she didn't exactly vomit everywhere. She made it to the restroom. I'm just
