Simone and Katie hit a nearby cafe after work. Simone was in the mood for something sweet and ordered a verbena tea with it. Katie, on the other hand, just ordered a juice.
Simone remained silent, wishing to be the shoulder Katie could cry on if need be, or just a listening ear — whichever she preferred.
“I am sorry for dragging you here…” Katie began, her hand clenching into a small fist, in a gesture that appeared almost unconscious.
“You don’t need to apologize,” she retorted, her voice soft, and her hand reached out to Katie’s and gave it a gentle squeeze.
That seemed to do the trick, and Katie unclenched her fist.
She looked at Simone, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“I truly hope my brisk interaction with him won’t affect any possible collab,” she breathed out a sigh. “I
