That guy was a shit. Seriously, who tipped the pizza girl a dollar and then make some stupid joke about not spending it all in one place unless they were literally a miser. Like, he had a club card for miser's anonymous.
Shoving her bag into the backseat of her car, Meg kicked the tire with a muttered oath. Crap.
It was time for her break anyway. Tugging off the stupid ass hat they made her wear, Meg plucked at her red polo - seriously, the company picked these clothes specifically to beat down their employees' will to live - and wished she drank. Or smoked. Or did something to relieve stress.
Leaning against the car, Meghan glanced up, slightly surprised to find that some girl was sitting on the wall opposite. Oh. Well, she hadn't actually known that someone was watching her.
"Hey," she said, squinting up at Enfys. "You're... Enfys, right? We were in classes together."