Planning for team dinner
Later, Samantha, a colleague from the marketing team, stopped by my desk. “Hey, Lena! Are you joining us for the team dinner this Friday?”
she asked, her voice cheerful and bright. Still distracted from my thoughts of Emmett and his strange behavior, I nodded absentmindedly. “
Yeah, sure, sounds good,” I replied. Samantha smiled and walked away, leaving me alone again with my restless thoughts churning in the back of my mind.
I’d need to get to the bottom of this.