Five o’ clock rolls around and you leave the office. Cathy walks with you to the parking lot before saying goodbye.
During the drive home, you think about earlier at your cubicle. It was embarrassing that Cathy heard you crying; you thought you were better at staying quiet.
Still, it felt nice that someone cared to come over and make sure everything was okay. You were glad she didn’t question your lie, although a part of you wished she had pressed you on it.
You pull up to the driveway and park the car.