Tally leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms into the air over her head, letting out a moan at the pull on her muscles before lowering her hands to rub her tired eyes. She had just finished the last letter Ryan had left for her to type up. He hadn’t needed it until tomorrow, and he had told her to go home at five. But she had stayed late to make up for her very long lunch. Standing, she looked at Ryan, who was still working at his desk. She looked at the clock on her computer. It was after 6:30 p.m. Tally shut down her system and collected her things. She went to Ryan’s open door.
“I’m going home now. See you in the morning,” she said to him.
Ryan turned his head to regard her before he looked out his windows where it was still light, then checked his watch. Seeing the time, he
