Becca laughed, "Well, I suppose 5:30 is only late when you've got essentially preschool hours like me," she joked. "Oh!" Becca said, entirely surprised at the notion despite knowing what Mia was like, and then she laughed at herself a little bit more and said, "Sure," and took off her jacket and pulled out the bar stool and slid into it next to Mia. "Thank you," she said gently, touched.
"Oh my goodness, Mia! That's amazing! That's, like, one of the most exclusive programs ever," Becca gushed, remembering their classmates who had fought tooth and nail over exclusive spots at the billion-galleon global corporation. "You must be loving it, and I bet you're brilliant at it," she remembered all too well how good Mia was at that sort of thing (of course, Becca would definitely remember someone being good at it - her brother was a genius in the area and she was hopeless at it!).