Fiona
“Lasagna,” I murmur, scanning the wall of pasta. A little comfort food would be good after the day I’ve had, so I grab a box of lasagna noodles and pasta sauce before making my way to the cold section for the rest of the ingredients.
Eyes follow me, like they have all day, and I do my best to ignore them. After the trouble at lunch, I stayed at my desk for the rest of the day until five o’clock finally came around. It felt like years were crammed into those four hours, and with every noise, I thought someone would come to find me with more questions about my relationship with Ethan.
Though, no one bothered me.
I left in a rush and immediately felt better once I was away from the building.
After telling Isla I was going to the grocery store to get ingredients for dinner, I to
