She blinks up at me. I can only watch in horror as her huge puppy dog eyes slowly fill to the brim with more and more tears… Then the dam bursts.
Lora hurls herself at me and starts full-on bawling. “I JUSD BISS HIM DO BUCH—”
“She turned German from trauma,” Gina whispers.
I shoot Gina a withering glare and pat Lora stiffly on the back. “There, there. I’m so sorry. You deserve better.”
I don’t know any of that for sure. I’ve never even met Ethan, or Damian, or Connor, or Brett, or Alan, or whatever letter of the alphabet Lora’s currently on. She is the kind of colleague we exchange gossip with, but not much else. We grab drinks after work if the stars align. And she does such a good job of keeping us up with her love life drama that we don’t really have to go hunting for it.
Some unk
