Nora was first to the coffeeshop. She sat at the bar, chin on her arms, watching Ranna work.
"What's wrong, sunshine?" Ranna asked as she came back around the counter.
"I don't wanna work today," she moaned. "Yesterday Gerard had me running all over the place on top of writing his new resume. He's quitting, you know."
"I didn't know that. Will you have to find a new job, too?"
"No. Enough other people want me to ensure that I keep my job. But still, y'know? He's making me do all the work for him leaving. He should just go if he's really quitting."
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