Her words were harsh and cruel as ever, but it looked like she was… smiling a little. Like, actually smiling, not her snarky just-thought-of-a-nasty-burn grin.
…I did kind of sound like that.
Tiffani snickered as she turned back towards the computer. Despite her abrasiveness, though, I’d finally found a point of common interest, and I wasn’t about to let go of it.
Tiffani pulled a wallet out of her back pocket and flipped it open for me to see…
I didn’t understand every single word of that, but I got the sentiment.
She batted me away from the computer defensively as I left, and started typing faster than ever into that weird black box.
I may have gotten shooed out of the room, but I think I got to know her a little better. Tiffani may not have the most pleasant attitude, but at least she doesn’t hate everything! Dogs really are a blessing, aren’t they?
Still, I wondered… was it really just her job that fostered such a disgust for humanity?