NEED SOME HELP? "I heard a voice at my back, I turned around and looked at Jeff.

I walk towards the kitchen and carefully placing the empty tray at the table. "I'm okay here, thanks!" I assured him.

"Looks like you've adjusted to your new job?" he said, leaning his back at the sink, crossing arm around his chest.

"Yeah, I need to. I wasn't selected for the job." I utter, words struggling from my mouth.

He nod, "I know it's hard for you to pretend that you're okay. Everyone has their limit, you can refuse if you're tired," he added.

I started to ignore his statement, keeping myself busy...