A pattern appears?

"But you have no idea how infuriating she is!" Ayverice's high pitched screech assaulted Sarah's ears. Reflexively she reached for the volume on her pc as she cringed bodily from her friend's tyrade.

"Like, everyday I come in, an hour after her and what do I see? Amy, standing there, twiddling her pretty little fingers while aaaaaall around her is the mess that I have to clean up because she "can't do that gross stuff!"

Ayverice huffed, her breathing audible despite the noise suppression built into the call. "Well then what the fuck are you good for!?!" She yelled out in one long string of heated words.

Sarah responded when appropriate along with the girl's story, doing her best to be attentive to the latest of her friend’s many grievances with her co-worker.

Her hands lay in her lap as she listened, idly twisting the band of metal around her finger.

Some time had passed since July had left the call. Her high paying job and busy schedule only permitting her a few hours a week to play with the friends.

It had been another fruitless attempt at climbing the proverbial ladder. Having started the night with a couple of good games before her two friends had eventually lost their cool. From that point it was hopeless as the two would make simple mistakes that someone of their ability shouldn’t.

Still Sarah didn’t care so much about the winning. Just happy to have friends to play with (however difficult they were).

With the loss of their third they had settled into comfortable companionship, their conversation (largely one-sided) naturally moving from topic to topic.

Feeling a bit bolder now that she was only speaking to Ayverice she jokingly said “well, maybe it's her way of showing that she’s into you?” she quietly asked.

Again that weird thing happened. Not something that she could actually say that she.. Felt. It was more like that sensation one gets when they think they see someone racing towards them out of the corner of their vision. Yet when they turn to look, they find that it was simply a trick of the mind and all that’s there is a coat hanging, or a shadow on the wall.

The difference with this was that she didn’t actually “see” it.

It was as if the trick was being played on her mind itself. Each time making her notice the comforting ring placed upon her pinky.