“Gwen!” Deanna whisper-exclaims at me. She’s everyone’s favorite resident overbearing coworker who makes a competition out of being the nicest person in the office. Deanna grins at me and wiggles her eyebrows. She smells overwhelmingly like chipper positivity, sugar, and flowers. It’s a little nauseating on an empty stomach.
Oh I didn't expect to see my name in this. ok
