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Kimberly’s hand came up to Carla’s back and started to rub her back. It didn’t help but it was something people just did when others were upset. For the really was no way of cheering someone up. When Kimberly spoke she didn’t stop crying, only did she finally glance up when Kimberly re-asked if Carla wanted to stay with her. At first Carla didn’t know what to think, so she closed her brown eyes and nodded her head. She let her head come to rest on Kimberly’s shoulder, as she took in a shaky breath. “AI-I-I know. . . this is going to sound stupid. . . but please promise not to get mad?” Carla said pausing in responses, her lips pressed together in a firm line, the tears dripping from her face to land on Kimberly. “What’s your name again?” It may have been said again since Kimberly told Carla who she was, but through the mass of emotional stress, the lack of care in the woman or her name and the drugged up mess she had become, it had just escaped her. She felt bad, worst even, because Kimberly somehow knew her and Carla did something to help Kimberly, but she had no idea what she did or who Kimberly was. To Carla it had just been another faceless face at work.

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Just as Carla started to speak, the woman jumped cutting her short as she jumped too. The pen in her hand went flying back, making Carla try and grab it thus causing her to drop her note pad, before the pen finally clattered to the floor, Carla blushed deeply, bending down quickly to grab the notepad that was at her feet, as she stood up again she said, “I-I-umm-sorry.” She then took in a deep breath, well the woman was telling her to shush, followed by her name. How did she know her name?! Then Carla realized she had a name tag on, it always threw her off, then again had she gotten through her name before Carla had cut herself off? “Ah-ah-I-umm sorry.” She stuttered off again seeing how upset the woman was. Trying not to make too much eye contact she glanced behind her shoulder to see her pen on the floor almost taunting her for being so jumpy. Carla couldn’t help but blush all the more as she glared back down at it. “Sorry, I kinda dropped my pen, just a second.” She said before turning around and walking just a little bit before bending over to pick up the pen. Looking at it she sighed and turned around and walked back up to the table. The woman was looking at the menu her eyebrows pulled together as if it was in Japanese

So to kill some time as the woman thought, Carla couldn’t help but glance around for this so called guy that was meant to be with her. Once she had glanced over the front door and the area were the bathrooms she glanced back to the woman before her, deciding she could at least get the drinks started. “Ah, so what would you like to start off with?” Carla said knowing usually if someone disappeared they came back in a minute, so a drink could be a nice starter. The woman fumbled with what to get. Carla was almost about to suggest some extra time When the woman ordered in full. Carla wrote it down and then glanced around, she bite her lip. She hoped the woman wasn’t upset because of the man, but Carla had to ask. “Ah, is there something I can get for the man that was with you. . . .?” It wasn’t right to just put on order in, sure getting drinks was one thing, but the food should come all at once, James would flip if Carla didn’t wait to place the order and if she waited she was totally going to lose it.