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it's a compliment, really
Who: Hayes and Michael
When: Evening
Where: Morning Star
For the record, Michael had never claimed to be a nice person. That said, ever since her little meeting with Christine she'd been positively radiant with joy. Her amusement with the whole situation - and the hope that she would eventually have the very great honor of sacking the bitch - had left her in a good mood for days, and thus far, nothing had broken that good humor.
After waking up at about five in the afternoon, she'd gone through what was a morning ritual for most people. Showering, doing her hair and make-up, getting dressed (and even wearing something other than black or red for a change, which certainly contributed to the lighter appearance), and she headed out of her apartment by six. After an hour of walking the grounds, she headed over to the Morning Star Grill. She wasn't in search of breakfast, since she ate her meals in reverse. She got there along with the dinner crowd, and scanned the area for a place to sit. She smiled to herself when she saw Hayes sitting alone, and she sauntered over. "Good morning, Hayes," she said, her tone warm and cheerful. Yes, she knew it wasn't morning. Yes, she knew it was a very old, very lame joke. No, she did not care. "Mind if I join you?"
She didn't actually wait for an answer.
When: Evening
Where: Morning Star
For the record, Michael had never claimed to be a nice person. That said, ever since her little meeting with Christine she'd been positively radiant with joy. Her amusement with the whole situation - and the hope that she would eventually have the very great honor of sacking the bitch - had left her in a good mood for days, and thus far, nothing had broken that good humor.
After waking up at about five in the afternoon, she'd gone through what was a morning ritual for most people. Showering, doing her hair and make-up, getting dressed (and even wearing something other than black or red for a change, which certainly contributed to the lighter appearance), and she headed out of her apartment by six. After an hour of walking the grounds, she headed over to the Morning Star Grill. She wasn't in search of breakfast, since she ate her meals in reverse. She got there along with the dinner crowd, and scanned the area for a place to sit. She smiled to herself when she saw Hayes sitting alone, and she sauntered over. "Good morning, Hayes," she said, her tone warm and cheerful. Yes, she knew it wasn't morning. Yes, she knew it was a very old, very lame joke. No, she did not care. "Mind if I join you?"
She didn't actually wait for an answer.