After calling out Sanna about her bad judgement and witnessing Kiran making jokes at my situation, I've decided that I've had enough. I, as loudly as I can at my spot at the corner desk near some of the higher level executives, do a combination of whispering and yelling at Sanna about what she's gotten me into and tell her that our arrangement is over.

She looks at me in shock with her two bright blue eyes, and says, "you can't be serious. You're better than Tinder, I need you."

"My services are over."

Kiran is staring silently at the both of us, and I know she's going over all of the scenarios about what's going to go wrong right now. She's older than us at her 26 years of age, but I'm sure she was much smarter than us when she was our age. She was already dating the man of her dreams, she wasn't engaging in silly drama over childhood crushes and frequent hookups.

Sanna speaks up after a short moment of her own thinking, and says, "was the sex not good?"

"That's not the point! I already explained to you. She's my ex, and she's a walking disaster."

"So, what I'm hearing is, I did nothing wrong. Since the sex was good, I have not violated term 1 of our agreement."

"Are you seriously going to bring those up? They don't matter!"

It was a silly list of rules we had to follow when we first came up with this idea, I can't believe she's actually citing them right now. Term 1 is to try your best to make sure the person is a good match, term 2 is to not make everything weird, and term 3 is to not bring personal opinions into it. I had forgotten that we even came up with those smaller declarations.

"I feel like you're making this personal, and that is breaking term 3 of the contract."

Kiran clears her throat, and plainly says, "Sanna's right, she did nothing wrong. Priscilla, it's not her fault that she's come to know your type that well."

I direct my next words to her, "you're supposed to be on my side!"

"I'm on the side of logic."

Sanna laughs right away, only remaining quiet once one of our bosses passes by and glances at her messy work area.

"I can't get fired," she mumbles under her breath as she starts cleaning up her space with a towel and puts random trinkets away into small drawers.

"It's too late, I've already fired you from being my personal Tinder app," I tell her as I try to bring back the conversation to our original topic.

She frowns as she throws a few paper towels into the metallic trash can by her desk, and tells me, "I can't believe you're friend-dumping me."

"It was good while it lasted."

Kiran rolls her eyes, and says, "you're both dramatic."

Sanna just tells me, "it was good while it lasted," and turns back to her computer to work on whatever research prompt she's been tasked with now.

Once she's able to focus, it's hard to pull her out of whatever investigation she's looking into at the moment. Kiran glances questioningly at me one time before turning to her own desk, leaving me behind as I wonder if I made the wrong choice with my two friends by being overdramatic. I don't get paid to think about that kind of stuff though, and I know I really need to make progress on this article about the city's new labor policies or else my editor will hate me.

Even more than she already does.

We're only ten years apart yet she acts as if she's ahead of me by decades. A bright blonde with a mostly pink wardrobe and fake smile, probably a mean girl in high school. She relishes the power a bit too much, always brutally honest in whatever comment she's giving. I know that she's coming around whenever I hear the loud clicking of her expensive heels, it usually scares me.

And right now, it scares me even more when I realize that she's a dozen steps away from me and I'm not even on the right screen- it's still frozen on the brightness and noise settings. I manage to turn it to my short article before she comes over and asks, "is your article ready?"

"No?"

"On my desk tomorrow by noon, Priscilla. Understood?" She stares me down with icy eyes, determined to give me a challenge that she thinks I can't succeed at.

"Yes," is all I say but I doubt she even hears me because she's already off on her way to terrorize one of my other coworkers. She's known for being strict and tough on almost everything despite her bubbly appearance suggesting that she might actually be nice to be around, I guess I don't know her outside of work though, that might be a different case. But I doubt that.

I notice my phone's screen lights up, and I quickly reach over to check for any notifications. Sanna's text is there, mocking with, "looks like you almost got caught :)".

I send her the middle finger emoji, and laugh to myself for a second before my editor starts walking back in my direction. She pulls down her thin pink blazer for dramatic effect, and sighs loudly before questioning, "progress?"

"It's been less than 5 minutes," I tell her.

She rolls her eyes, and says, "great journalists can do anything and everything in 5 minutes."

I just sit there, taken aback by her response but she doesn't give me time to think about it as she loudly reminds me that I need to stay on top of my work. My two favorite coworkers make fun of me through persistent texts as she walks away, and I tell them I hate them.

I look at my computer screen, telling myself that I need to get my shit together as I finally work on this article.