~Katherine's POV
We talked about everything.
Work, mostly.
How stressful it was. How the supervisors expected too much. How it felt like no matter how much we did, there was always something else waiting. There was always another file, another client, another responsibility sitting quietly in the corner, reminding us that we were not done yet.
But it did not always stay serious.
Sometimes we joked, sometimes we complained a little too much, exaggerating things just to make ourselves feel better. He would mimic one of the supervisor, and I would try not to laugh too loudly, even when I was already shaking.
Other times, we just sat there.
Not talking, and not forcing anything.
Just… existing in the same space, eating slowly, stealing small glances at each other without making it obvious. And somehow, it never felt awkward. It felt easy and familiar. Like something I had known for a long time without realizing it.
