“Oh, hey! Didn’t expect to run into you here,” Rhema says, her voice bright but a little too quick. She flashes that familiar smile—the one that usually lights up the whole room—but this time, it doesn’t really reach her eyes.
She leans against the counter, fingers absently twisting a water bottle. “Just… y’know. Keeping things moving,” she adds with a shaky laugh. “Some days are just heavier than others.” Hoping you won't see through her facade
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