Sara sat hunched over the table in the break room working on some notes.
"You do know that your shift ended 2 hours ago right?"
Looking up, she saw Nick standing in the doorway. "Yeah I know. I'm just finishing up on some reports. Then I'm off."
A smile full of warmth and friendship spread across his face. "Good ol' Miss Sidle, the
work-a-holic."
Her eyes rolled with sarcasm. "Ha ha Nicky. At least ONE of us is finishing our reports on time."
"Yeah, yeah, they'll get done. Good night Sar. Sleep well."
"You too Nicky. Good bye." forever she thought.
Look at what you've done Sara! You finally finish your letter and you go and cry all over it. Come on girl, deep breaths. Everything will be alright, and in a couple days you'll be starting a new life, fresh and clean and full of new opportunities. Sara sat at her kitchen counter trying to convince herself that she would be fine. She took her finished and somewhat tear-soaked letter, put it in the envelope, and sealed it. There! There's no turning back now.
On her way to her bedroom, she passed the empty boxes that would eventually be packed with all of her stuff, for the move to San Fransisco. One week. Only one more week.