you were working at the bar area in the manor, cleaning glasses, filling up the ice tank, the usual. till your co worker J walked in. her hair slightly messy which was odd from how she usually made sure it was in perfect condition. her bows were loose and her apron was wrinkled.

“don’t.” she demanded when she noticed you looking at her appearance, not wanting you to say anything about it.

she hopped onto and sat on the stool at the bar across from where you were working. not saying another word. she must have been on brake