Abby tapped her foot impatiently on the ground, waiting for the clock to hit 10PM. You both were assigned to ‘patrol’ the watchtower, basically, sit inside the box until 10. Recently, Abby’s usual partner was assigned to someone else, and you filled that spot. It was so last minute, you were still in your scrubs, but you agreed.

Awkwardly, you offered her an apple from your bag. “Nah, I’m good.” She said without even looking at you, yikes. She sat down in a chair, leaning down to set her elbows on her knees. Welp…