Britt bothered Jeanne most of the morning. It didn't help that they shared a cubicle pod and Jeanne had forgotten her headphones that day, so she couldn't drown out the sound of her annoying coworker's incessant droning. Eventually, lunch rolled around and Jeanne looked forward to an hour of escape.
"Jeanne-y!" Britt called as Jeanne got up from her desk, trying to slip away. "You're coming with me to lunch. I have to tell you more about that guy. I have a feeling you weren't listening."
"It was impossible not to, Britt." Jeanne rolled her eyes, pulling her arm away from the other woman.
"Just gorgeous. C'mon, let's go to the cafe and--"
Jeanne's stomach suddenly gurgled at the mere idea of food--and not in the please-feed-me-now way. "Uh, I . . . I'll meet you down there," Jeanne lied, making a beeline for the bathroom. She was really not feeling well.