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She stared at her plate, her pb&j sandwich laying on it. Her eyes filled with hurt. She didn’t know why she was like this, and wishes she could just be normal. Her eyes began to well up with tears until she heard another pair of feet walking into the small room.
“Hey Angel! You’re early today!”
Angela had quickly composed herself as Amanda went in for a hug. She always welcomed Amanda’s hugs, no matter her mood.
“Heh, yeah I guess I am. You’re early too though, normally you’re here by eight. Why are you so early?”
Amanda gave a quick kiss on Angela’s head before she moved over to the coffee maker.
“Oh, well I woke up early, and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I figured I’d get ready for work.”
Amanda had finished her coffee as she noticed Angela had a sandwich in front of her, untouched.
“What’s with the sandwich?”
Angela had taken a sharp inhale, hard to go unnoticed.
“Oh, I was just getting a uh,” Her voice was starting to crack as she was trying to make up an excuse for her old, stale sandwich.
Which she had been staring at for what felt like years.
“Woah woah, hey, what’s wrong hunny?” Amanda took her coffee and moved her and Angela to the stools at the miniature bar in the middle of the kitchen.
“Nothing, it’s really not a big deal Mandy.”
Angela had sworn to herself she wouldn’t let her personal issues get into her work life, and the last thing she wanted was Amanda to get involved.
“You probably have something like emails to get to anyways.” Angela let out a weak chuckle, hoping to move the conversation.
Amanda wasn’t taking it. “Angela, you know you can tell me anything right? I couldn’t care less about emails right now. All I want to do right now is help you.”
Amanda had wrapped an arm around Angela now, and was starting to massage her arm, “Yeah, yeah, I know.. It’s just, this is different.”
Amanda had a stern look on her face.
“Angela. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Please.”
The wall Angela had put up was starting to break. Her lower lip was quivering. “I can’t.”
Amanda’s face now painted in concern, asked her again, “Angela, you know you can tell my anything, like when you wanted to beat the shit out of Garret for giving you cat food, or when you text me you’re taking a shit”
Amanda and Angela had a small chuckle from the comment, but Angela was still concerned on keeping Amanda out of her personal problems.
“It’s nothing, really.” Angela had managed to calm down, and looked Amanda sternly in the eyes.
“I swear if something was truly wrong you’d be the first person I tell.”
Amanda didn’t believer her, but she stopped questioning her because she clearly didn’t want to talk about it.
After a pause of silence Amanda finally responded, “Well, if you say so. Just know I’m always here if you need to talk Angel.”
Angela had gone back to staring at her now soggy sandwich. All she replied with was a nod and slight “Yup!”
Amanda left the kitchen with her coffee and went to go find Chanse. (She didn’t even know if he was in the building yet)