ISABELLE

The noise and chattering from people was almost deafening but it was expected.

Most were gisting, few were working.

It was lunch hour, the most noisy hour of a work day.

I shut my eyes the opened it, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, but my mind kept drifting back to the morning’s chaos with Andrew and Jake.

I glanced at the clock, I had just thirty minutes till lunch break was over.

I was hungry and my stomach growled in agreement, but the thought of stepping out into the open made me uneasy.

The cafeteria was just across the street, a shared space for...