Alexa ran into the empty breakroom, mascara forming black rivers down her face.
"How much of an idiot am I!!" She yelled to herself. Calming down she attempted to wash the mascara off, but to no avail. Sighing she sat down in a chair facing the back wall and began muttering to herself.
"He comes back and I just.... urgh! I'm such a child!!!" She sat down and conjured up some tea and a notebook and quill.

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do i? don't I.....mission in the next few days. he's leaving again. wat can i say to that? It's not like I've learnt my lesson. maybe my heart need's to split into countless peices before it get's into my head. Get a hold of yourself. Calm Calm. Wedding next....Present? What should I get the bride...hmm....anyway. I s'pose I can't really go back in there. Not after what happened.

"Talking to yourself is the first sign of craziness" She smiled to herself. Placing the paper on the small table in front of her. She drank some tea, consenting herself that she would probably be alone for some time.