That was a long day

We ended up at a fast food place, one of those generic chains that seemed to pop up on every corner.

The fluorescent lights were a stark contrast to the dim ambiance of the set we'd just left. Zaya stood beside me, her arms crossed and a look of mild irritation etched on her face.

She wasn't boiling over with anger anymore, but the tension was still there, simmering just below the surface.

It wasn't like Zaya to let things fester. Usually, she either ignored them entirely or addressed them head-on with that bluntness I'd come to admire and sometimes dread.

As we stepped up to the counter, I snuck a glance at her. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her green eyes scanning the menu board like it had personally offended her.