Wiping your eyes you turn around to see your coworker Cathy standing in your cubicle.
She asks if you’re okay. She says that she thought she heard you sobbing and was there to check on you. You tell her you’re fine, lying that you were just thinking of having to take your cat to the vet.
You say Meowser hates the vet, and thinking of the look on his face puts you in a mood. The look on Cathy’s face tells you she doesn’t buy it, but she doesn’t push on the subject.
She tells you that if you ever want to talk about anything, just come over to her cubicle, and she’ll be happy to listen. You nod your head, and Cathy leaves.
You look at the clock, seeing you still have a few hours left until you’re done with work.