They saw me sitting at my desk and stalled, just for a beat,then traded a strange, knowing look.
"Oh,you're back, are you?"
One of them curled her lip, pitching her voice at exactly the volume I was meant to overhear.
"You really can't judge a person from the outside, huh? Some girls put on such a virtuous act, and turn out to be trash who sell their wolf-honor for cash."
The other chimed in instantly, her voice dripping with theatrical sympathy.
"Honestly. Poor Tiffany,she was so worried someone couldn't get a ticket home, kind enough to even hook her up with a seafood boat. As if. Why would she need that, with a human Sugar Daddy on standby? Right?"
They didn't even wait for me to respond. They just laughed to themselves, conspiratorial,like they were guarding some momentous shared
