breakroom cafe

whosaidionlyhadonemuse  asked:

"Hey Angie," Alex said to her friend as she walked into the cafe's breakroom at the start of the day. "How did your call with the mysterious "English" go last night?"

Angie shrugged it off, not particularly in the mood to talk about it. It’s not like it didn’t go well, but she chickened out about telling her how she felt. It was stupid, because she knew she wasn’t interested, but still. One day she would tell her. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, Alex.”