They both stood near the entrance like statues that had been placed there and forgotten.

For a moment I simply stared at them, my hand still resting on the door handle.

Confusion hit me first, followed by irritation.

" What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

Neither of them answered immediately.

The worker, the one who had smiled at me earlier that morning, shifted slightly but didn’t speak.

The one I had a thing with the other day kept his eyes lowered.

My irritation flared.

"I asked you something."

He finally looked up.

"Nothing, ma’am."

Nothing?

That answer only made the frustration rise faster...