Sabrina, making her way downstairs, saw a handful of her co-workers already on the bus. Lifting her bag, she climbed aboard, navigated her way to the rear, and slid into a vacant double seat.
Following her, more employees hopped onto the bus, rapidly filling up the vehicle.
Mind if I sit here, Sabrina? A masculine voice rang out. Looking up at the voices owner, Sabrina nodded lightly. Please, have a seat.
Thank you.
Youre welcome.
Bob Evans, a colleague from the MF department, took the seat next to her.
A former employee of MQ Clothing, he had later found his way to MF. Bob once confessed his feelings for Sabrina, yet she didnt reciprocate.
Out of the blue, someone exclaimed, Mr. Blakely, youre joining us?
Sabrina followed the sound to see Tyrone stepping onto the bus, suitcase in hand, and nodding to the questioner.
He had initially offered to drive her to the resort, but she had declined, wary of stirring up gossip among their colleagues.
What? Mr. Blakely can unwind, too, quipped another colleague, a grin playing on his lips.
Their comment sparked a wave of cheerfulness, filling the bus with laughter and chatter.
With only a few spots left, either by the window or towards the back, Tyrone walked to the rear and settled into a seat.
Bob glanced at him and sighed under his breath. Didnt expect Mr. Blakely to be part of this. Figured hed be glued to his work.
His words hung in the air, seeming to be directed both at Sabrina and to himself.
Sabrina, offering no reply, leaned into the window and let her eyes drift shut.
The bus was bustling with activity. The employees finally had a chance to unwind.
Sabrina, do you have a boyfriend now?
Bobbys voice suddenly broke through the noise, standing out amidst the lively atmosphere.
He must have intentionally lowered his voice, mindful of the possibility that others might overhear and tease him.
Sabrina nodded affirmatively. Yes.
Really? Weve never met him. I must tell you, I have feelings for you.
I hope you can give me a chance to pursue you.