Chapter 34: WTFThis date is over.

  Locked away in the privacy of a stall, cod balls hung free and breathed for a few minutes. Manicured nails clicked at the s.

  Her response came nearly immediately: FFS, what is it now?

  He’s been promoted! I typed furiously. This pce is expensive!

  So?

  He’ll be expeg something after.

  You don’t know that.

  I know men.

  Julia replied with a ughing emoji. Fine. So give him what he wants.

  Very funny.

  I’m serious.

  My fingers hovered over the s for a moment. What did she expect me to do, exactly? WTF, I typed. I’m not gay.

  her am I, came the answer. People are talking.

  People—eople? Work colleagues—her friends—family? And it occurred to me that we’d been spending a lot of time together, that dy and Julia were in each others pany often and that, yeah, people might start questioning what exactly was going oween the older woman two floors up and the pretty new girl in the offibsp; And her was uandable, I suppose. Tolerance for that kind of thing wasn’t what it’d been a decade or two ago.

  I hesitated before answering. I’m not into guys, I tapped.

  Is dy? Julia answered.

  To which I could only reply—

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