status: closed to jess hinkley { @jesshinks } location: woosh headquarters { break room }
she was bored. none of the projects dictated by the post-it notes across aurelia’s screen seemed at all interesting right now, and any motivation that she could have potentially had from them was long gone. the premade trader joe’s lunch in the salad looking like the saddest salad to have ever existed simply crossed a line. it was official: aurelia needed out. as though it were a sign from the fates, the perfect reason seemed to be before her. ❛❛ hey jess! ❜❜ the elongated y on the hey was surely suspect, but who knew how much convincing that they would need? ❛❛ so what will it take for me to convince you to play a little hooky with me? i’ll buy you lunch? come on, this salad is just sad, and the taco bell is only a block away. ❜❜
