Long days are all Robin knows, but she likes her normal. On the other hand, her closest friend Emma hates when she does this. The phone rings on Robin’s desk, but she is oblivious to it. She has her double pierced ears filled with music from her new headphones and her head in her work.

After a few minutes, another call comes in. Robin just happened to glance over to see her closest friend Emma’s picture lighting up the screen just in time to answer. “Hello,” she says with one headphone still in.

“Why were you not answering me? I called, like, five times. You better not have been working.”

Robin shrugs even though Emma cannot see her, “You know me so well.”

Emma groans from the other end for a while. Finally, she demands, “We are going to have a sleepover tonight, and you coming with me to see my brother’s band at the club on Red tomorrow night.”

Robin cringes, “Sleepover? We’re both adults, isn’t that a little childish for us?”

“Ru,” she persists, “it’ll be fun. We can watch movies, eat ice cream, whatever we want.”

Robin goes to protest, but Emma pleads, “Please!”

“You are so lucky I don’t have work tomorrow.”

Emma has a celebration before Robin hangs up. Her head pops up when her new coworker peaks into her cubicle.

“Hey I’m Lou. I work in the cube next to you,” he says beginning to extend his hand towards her. “Oh look, that rhymed.”

Oh boy. Another one of these guys. They are always so loud and annoying.

“I’m Robin,” she says while bringing her hand to him. When their hands are less than a foot apart, they hit a barrier.

Lou nods slowly while pulling his hand away. “I guess we just aren’t meant to be friends. It was nice to meet you anyways.” He leaves before Robin can even get out a word.

Robin cleans up her desk and leaves the building as fast as she can. She can feel each room getting smaller. I need out. Now.

Once outside, she can take a deep breath. This time of day has very little people about. She knows that she can calm down. She puts her bag and belongings into her bike basket and hops onto the bike to leave, then inspiration strikes.

She quickly pulls out her laptop and writes. She sits on the ground leaning against the modern building walls. Her hands type fast and flawlessly. After only a few minutes, she has that entire scene written. A smile is plastered on her face.

That’s such a better ending.