A Splash of Colour
As we walked toward the café on the ground floor, Minnie glanced at me with a sheepish smile.
“About earlier,” she began, “I’m really sorry for asking something so personal. I didn’t mean to be nosy.”
“It’s okay,” I said with a soft smile. “You didn’t know.”
Still, she insisted on paying for my coffee as an apology. I tried to stop her, but she already had her phone out and tapped her QR code before I could even react.
“Fast hands,” I teased.
“Deadly skills,” she grinned.
Back upstairs, I tagged along as she made her rounds delivering documents to various departments. She had a lot of stories—mostly about this infuriatingly dramatic show she had been watching where the main couple broke up e