Where are my pants?

First light.

They leave early to get their xrays, him for his chest, her for her thumb.

I forgot my lunch.

We debrief on yesterday’s meeting and laugh and laugh and laugh.

There is no need for us to fight today.

I tell her that she’s right: I ask myself that question a lot. If it weren’t for my colleagues, I would have been gone a long time ago.

Truthtelling.

A few bites of her leftover sushi. No focus. Conversations with people like that will confuse you.

Contract signed.