The Cage
Atlanta, GA
United States of America
December 2016
“Was he that bad?”
“What?”
“You’re looking awfully chipper today,”
Elsie snarked, tying her brown her up in a ponytail. Jian gave her a pointed
look but said nothing, not wanting her words to aggravate him as much as the
prior weekend did. “Was it because of what happened during the weekend? You owe
me a few stories, by the way.”
“Stories?”
“Mhm. You never really take Saturdays off
unless you’re really, really sick or unless you need to go back to Taiwan.” The
other said nothing, though sighed internally. Elsie was, if anything,
observant—but maybe too observant for her own good. Jian inhaled and counted to
ten before looking at her. Elsie kept looking at him, waiting for him to
answer. He knew that she wouldn’t exactly back down without an answer she
thought was satisfactory enough.
“I didn’t have a good weekend,” he answered
shortly. Jian glanced at the mirror in the staff room and straightened his
collar, “That’s all there is to it. Nothing more, nothing less.”
