Awkward

Genoveve was pretty sure the situation was awkward. This is what awkward felt like, for sure.

Will sat across from her. Will’s girlfriend, Ellie, irritably tapped her fingers against the break room table.

“Well?” Ellie asked again.

Genoveve shifted. “If it’s a problem, I can leave.”

“No, you don’t have to leave. It’s fine,” Will said. He looked at Ellie and lifted an eyebrow. “It’s fine. She’s cool.”

“It was just a simple question,” Ellie said. She looked at Genoveve with narrowed eyes. “Who even are you?”

Genoveve stood up. “I’ll just go.” She didn’t feel like explaining the fact that they’d worked together for a year. Of course Ellie didn’t remember who she was.

Will jumped out of his seat, trailing along behind Genoveve with a sour expression. Ellie watched him go, fingers tapping faster on the table.

“Why didn’t you stand up to her? You have every right to sit there.”

Genoveve slowed to a stop. After a moment, she shrugged. “I’m too lazy to argue with people who aren’t worth my time.”

Will went quiet. He glanced back at his girlfriend, brow knotted. At last, he nodded slowly. “Yeah. I think I know what you mean.”