AUTHOR’S POV

Tessa was wrapping up her work files and gathering her belongings at her desk when the clock neared lunchtime. She pulled out the melted bar of chocolate from her bag and trashed it; she had gotten it on her way to work a long time ago; she had forgotten it in her bag. It had been a busy morning, and for some unknown reason she looked forward to the lunch break; a short break away from the constant pressure those files mounted on her would not hurt, after all; self-care was health care. She had heard a female colleague talking about going on a lunch date with her...