"Why would you talk like that to the manager?" Outis asks, her lips curling up in discontent. The manager might be a little incompetent, sure, not that she'd say it. But that doesn't mean others get to berate them.

Pressing her hands on the back of your seat, her olive eyes staring right at yours. "They have been trying their best to help us."

She knew that you were just joking. But she wanted an excuse to be closer to you, she didn't even know why. You came one day and melted her old heart.