Jordan

Unlike most Fridays, I clock out of work earlier today. There’s a tinge of anticipation as Mildred’s text about our new project lingers in my mind. She’s both a seasoned colleague and a dear friend, unmatched in her professional prowess.

I pick the restaurant, and just as I arrive, a notification lights up my phone—Mildred’s here. I shoot a quick reply, confirming my imminent arrival. As I step out of the car, Mildred’s already settled inside, savoring her favorite cocktail, a familiar sight that warms the scene amidst the bustle.

"Jordan,” she stands to greet, and we hug.

“How have you been, Mildred?” I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“I’ve been good, you know, work and all.”

“Great. So, what about the project do you want us to discuss?” I ask as I sit opposite her.

“Jumping straight to business, aren’t we?” She teases.

“You know I like going straight to the point, and besides, I promised Ray that I’d watch a movie with her that night.”

“Alright, I saw her the other day at the mall with