Amy chuckled good naturedly at Peter showing off his outfit. She nodded. “Very fashion forward. Mine’s not bad, either.” She paused for a second wrinkling her eyebrows. “Unless you actually have to wear it. I miss my jeans something fierce.” Amy didn’t mention the pitfalls of 1930’s undergarments. She figured that was one to keep to herself. “Judging from what you’re wearing, I’m guessing you’re performing in some way?” She didn’t think that Management would put a tux on someone who was setting up rides or selling popcorn, but then again she didn’t know Management very well.
“A month.” She frowned sympathetically. “A couple days already has me a little crazy. You okay?” It felt like a dumb question the second she asked it. How could anyone really be 100% okay with their situation? Still, she looked to him for an answer. He was her friend. She was allowed to be concerned about him.