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Started April 22, 2022 by @EtherealDreamer

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"How was your week," She asked with a sigh, "I'm doing pretty good," Silver pulled out her phone to check her messages

Ezra sighed and gave an over exaggerated groan.
"It was terrible! Simply horrible! Someone spilled hot coffee on me at the end of my shift, so I had to run home and change." He explained. "I'm just kidding, not about the coffee part, but my week was fine."

"O-oh..! You scared me," Silver sighed from relief, "I'm glad you had a good week, did you do anything interesting?" She questioned

Ezra shook his head, smiling.
"Like I said before, the most interesting thing that happened to me was someone spilled their coffee on me, so at least now I smell like freshly brewed coffee!" He exclaimed.

"Oh I didn't know you worked at a coffee shop," Silver looked interested, "What's it like? Do you just make coffee all day?"

Ezra nodded.
"We also serve small stuff, like chocolate filled croissants and bagels." He informed her. "But yeah, we basically take orders and then make coffee and get food if it's required for the order."

"Wow that sounds good, I'll stop by and get something, is that okay?"

Ezra nodded and smiled.
"You should, the chocolate filled croissants are to die for." He said and mimed fainting by placing a hand to his forehead and fluttering his eyelids.

(Probably like a slowburn, but they stay friends for a long time, is that okay with you?)
Silver laughed at his reaction, "Then I'll stop by sometime." She looked around the room and noticed the therapist wasn't there yet, "By the way, do you know why she isn't here?"

(yeah, that's fine)

"Ms. G had a busy life, her teenage daughter plays soccer for the high school varsity team and her youngest is nine and has problems with his ears so between soccer games and doctors appointments she does this. So I'm sure she'll be here." Ezra explained.

"Whoa you know so much about her," Silver commented, "well class should have started 15 minutes ago.."

"She'll be here." Ezra assured Silver and less than a minute later Ms. G walked in with a clipboard, looking ruffled. She sat down quickly.
"Hello," she said, smiling. "Sorry I'm late, I had to pick my son up from his doctor's appointment and drop him off at home."

She sighed largely and then stood up.
"Okay, does anyone have anything they want to share, before we start?"

Oh he was right.. Silver gathered her thoughts, I can't really think of anything, She thought to herself, "How was your week, miss?" She commented, trying to think of something to say

Ms. g looked at Silver, and smiled.
"i's been busy, but good." She answered and smiled wider.

Silver hunched her back and twisted her arms nervously, "Th-that's good.." Her voice shook a little, Why did I say that.. her ears turned red as she hung her head

"How about you, Silver?" She insisted. "Would you like to share how your week has gone?"
"If not, that's perfectly okay too, I still can't get some people here to talk and they've been here for almost a year."

"Oh my week was okay, I didn't really so much aha.." She spoke in a short voice almost inaudible, "you should ask Ezra about his week," she prompted

Ezra gave her an angry look, but Ms. G either did not see it, or purposely chose to ignore it, but instead swiveled in her chair to face him, her body pointing at him.

"Uhm, I worked everyday, this is my first day off in like two weeks." Ezra said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Ms. G gave him a serious look. "And would you say you are grieving with your feelings by overworking yourself."
Ezra sputtered an answer and turned red, then finally said "maybe." With a shrug.

"He works at a coffee shop, you should go try some of the food, I hear it's good," She gave a smile and patted him on the shoulder, "You should share more," She whispered into his ear

Ezra shot her a withering look and shook his head at her, smiling slightly as Ms. G turned away, talking to someone to her right, about, most likely, their day.
"I'll have you know, I hate talking." He informed her. "I've only been here for as long as I have because the state provides me with a phyciatrist, who suggested I keep coming to the meetings, because apparently my grieving process–" here he held up air quotes. "'Is rather slow and I have not successfully gotten over my loss."

Silver gave a confused look, "But if you can't talk about it you can't get over it," Her tone in an innocent way, she turned away from him.
Great job.. you made him upset..
Silver kept glancing at the clock, I want to leave..

Ezra rolled his eyes.
"yeah, I know." He responded.

As soon as Mrs. G said that they could go, Silver grabbed her bag and fled. Memories of her family trauma flooded her thoughts, a tear rolled down her cheek, This is why you aren't aloud to talk. She quickly walked down the sidewalk, trying to get home as soon as possible

Ezra looked after Silver.
"Silver?" He called after her, after he made it to the stairwell.
If she wanted to be alone, he would not chase her, he would respect her wishes.

Silver put in her earbuds and played music, "Why do I live so far.." She muttered to herself, "Maybe I should just drive next time."
She glanced over her shoulder and she didn't see Ezra

Ezra headed the opposite way, heading into a gas station to buy a bag of chips, which would suffice to being his dinner, and most likely his small breakfast as well. He headed home, keeping his hands deep in his pockets and his shoulders slouched.

Silver got home and curled up on the couch, "Oh Jude, why am I like this, such a mess," She looked around her home, which hadn't been cleaned for a while. She made her way to the fridge and she slowly opened the door, the wave of rotten smell hit her. She glanced inside, something but rotted tomatoes and almost empty gallon of water.