[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190129/d9d1ae934946568dda04d10c07747e33.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=white][b]Wavemaster Offices[/b][/color] [color=gray]Break Room[/color][/right][hr][indent]It had been a new day at the office, but even so, her routine remained monotonous. Ensuring that Lorraine had creme and two sugars in her coffee—she was often a snotty bitch if Noèle forgot—or that her supervisor, Bob Collins, had all his documents ready for his next meeting were but the tip of the iceberg of the same boring work day Noèle had known, yet still she found it hard to press on. Whilst the work she was assigned to were able to be accomplished with little to no difficulty, many of Noèle's associates and colleagues were often a pain to deal with. In truth, had Noèle known so many assholes wanted to sell jet skis and other water sport accessories, she would've likely skipped the application process and looked elsewhere. But that didn't matter now; only the leftover takeout in front of Noèle, and of course, the person who she was eating with for the next thirty minutes within the bleak office break room did. [color=bc8dbf][b]"You know,"[/b][/color] the woman spoke, stabbing a piece of broccoli with a fork, [color=bc8dbf][b]"You should smile more often, Noèle. I mean—it's not like you [i]don't[/i], just that you always seem so... [i]tense.[/i] Like that you have a lot on your mind."[/b][/color] [color=a2d39c][b]"Eh?"[/b][/color] Noèle uttered, having been taken back by surprise. Whilst the woman across from her—Olivia—had become a dear friend since Noèle had started working at Wavemaster, such a comment was unexpected. The two of them were working buddies, and had seen a movie or two together in the past, but for all the time Noèle had known Olivia, it was as if she knew more about Noèle than she did herself. [color=a2d39c][b]"You think so? I had no idea."[/b][/color] Noèle continued, giving off an awkward smile. [color=bc8dbf][b]"Hey, it's what friends do. We have to look after each other, right?"[/b][/color] Olivia responded, returning the smile with one of her own. Poking another piece of her lunch with her fork, Olivia turned her head towards the break room windows; the deafening wail of an ambulance echoing off the window panes. It was a sound that the office employees had heard plenty, being that the office building was not that far from the hospital, but something seemed off today. Maybe it was the frequency, brought by some big new health scare that weird health nuts were panicking over. Regardless, before Noèle had a chance to respond, the break room door flung open, and a nerdy-looking man with glasses flocked to the table the women were sitting at. [color=f26d0d][b]"Noèle; Olivia. You two [i]have[/i] got to see this."[/b][/color] The man announced, fiddling with his smartphone. With a press of a finger, the man turned the phone towards them, showing off the video that was now playing. What unfolded was unnatural. Impossible. Illogical. Absurd. [color=bc8dbf][b]"Ugh, Kevin; get that away from me."[/b][/color] Olivia remarked, looking away with an almost disgusted look on her face. Her stomach was obviously churning just by watching the video. [color=bc8dbf][b]"You know I don't do well seeing those kind of things."[/b][/color] [color=f26d0d][b]"W-Well... I obviously know that!"[/b][/color] Kevin quickly snapped back, shoving his face back into his phone as he scrolled through the comments. [color=f26d0d][b]"But the video is breaking headlines all over the place! You have to see it to believe it."[/b][/color] He continued, beginning to obliviously spout off various comments left by Twitter users that had seen the video just mere seconds later. For Noèle, however, the conversation was quickly droned out as she stared absently at the leftovers on the table. Something about that pork udong seemed no longer appetizing.[/indent]