"What would you like, Miss?" The waitress at the counter asked.
"A plate of pasta and Marinara sauce," Myra replied.
She rarely eats at the company's Cafeteria but visited today because she was a bit hungry and Kevin wasn't around.
The waiter handed a tray of food over.
Myra paid and walked up to an empty table.
The café was less crowded today because the staff at the Head of the Sales Department was making his staff work during lunch break.
A few staff sat around a table nearby, laughing and giggling at the jokes a brown-haired man was cracking. They all turned to stare at her when she took her seat.
Lisa scowled up at her.
Myra plugged in her headphones to block out the noise, digging into her food quietly.
Just as the current song came to an end, another round of laughter erupted at the table.
"What do you mean, Lisa?" A man asked.
