21
Lark
I was still mad the next day.
And the day after that.
And the day after that.
Anyone who knew me could probably see that I wasn’t myself. I was just as dedicated, just as on top of things. But there was a fury to my pace. A lack of calm that I’d always exuded, even when I was at my highest anxiety point.
Demi nodded in front of me. “Got it. I will get right on that.”
“Great. Thanks.”
“Hey, Lark, is everything all right?”
“Peachy,” I said with no enthusiasm as I continued to type away on my computer.
“You seem a little…intense.”
“Aren’t I always?”
“Well, yeah. And I mean, you have an crazy job. I just wanted to check on you.”
I managed a smile that was a bit more like baring my teeth. “I’m fine. Thanks, Demi.”
It was a dismissal, and I saw her take it with a worried ex
