ALIANA

If there were a holding area.for hell it would look like the reception area of our office at 8:30 on a Monday morning.

Transparent partitions. Fake grins. Individuals acting like they enjoyed their work while gripping coffee as if it were a lifeline.

And today?

I came prepared with backup.

Jenna strolled next to me as if she owned the place sporting sunglasses inside a latte, in her grip and heels clicking with an assuredness she hadn’t earned through rent.

“You know " she remarked nonchalantly "if anyone gives me a look I’m taking legal action.”

"For what reason?" I inquired.

“Vibes.”

I chuckled. "Fair enough.”

As we entered...