MARGAUX
"Ah, dang it," Mary muttered as she checked her phone. I was in the middle of drinking some water after our one on one, sweat was trickling down my back and my face.
"What is it?" She made a face as she looked up to catch my stare.
"I left a few things at the restaurant and Felix wanted me to get rid of them," I made a face as well, copying her.
"How important are they?" Mary shrugged.
"Not really," she said, gasping right after probably realizing that there was actually something of importance that she had left back at the employee locker in the restaurant.
I shook my head, mocking disapproval at her carelessness. She then pouted, her eyes looking at me pleadingly.
"Margie, please?" I chuckled.
"Of course, come on. Let's bid Olie goodbye and get your stuff," She threw herself towards me, jumping the two of us up and down.
"You are the best!" I laughed, swinging the duffel bag over my shoulders when she had finally let go.
"Hey, Olie!," I shouted.
