Unspoken Tension

GENEVIEVE'S POV

“I'm starving,” I said, pouting and clutching my stomach. It was already 7:00 p.m., and I was only just finishing up with work.

Harper watched me from her desk, her chin resting in her hands.

“Me too. Should I order some food?” she asked. She still had work to finish and had already told her boyfriend to pick us up at eight.

I nodded. “Yeah, please do. Probably pizza too.”

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