Answer Alicia.

You sigh.

“Alright, Alicia,” you respond, before sighing again.

You then place an arm along the receptionist desk.

“This work is never hard, but it’s taxing!”, you tell her. “I can’t believe that it’s only…”

You pause to look at your watch, before your jaw drops as you look straight ahead.

“10:15?!”, you say at a whispering volume.

You try not to smile at the fact that you have just snuck a glance at the receptionist’s cleavage.

“But you’re getting paid for this time,” Alicia reminds you. “For the next few hours, as well. Eventually, you’ll end the week, and you’ll be spending time with your girlfriend at a movie.”

“If I had a girlfriend who would go to a movie with me,” you admit.

“We don’t need to have that conversation,” she tells you. “That’s all about the world out there, and it might as well not exist while we’re in here.”

“I know,” you tell her, sighing again, before you push the cart away from her desk.