Rebekah's ears perked up as she suddenly heard a loud, almost girlish scream from a few aisles down.
"What was that?" she asked, putting down the hefty paper cutter she'd been juggling with some difficulty down to the ground with a slight grunt.
Becca gave her a nonchalant shrug. Like many of her coworkers, she was beat from a long day of work and less than excited to finish up her clean up duties.
Currently her face was buried deep into her phone, her blood-red hair shining blue in the reflection of the latter. Her black polished nail clacked as she swiped side-to-side on her phone repeatedly, sifting through the losers, scam artists, and occasional hunks prowling through the cesspool that was Tinder.
"Beats me," she said monotonously, grinning as she eyed a certain muscular individual reclining on a beach chair beside a pool. A moment later and she groaned in disgust as she read his location as 'Barnsley' and hastily swiped away.
"Should we...check it out?"
"Us?" Becca turned her phone around to show confetti on her screen. "But I've just matched with a cute guy on Tinder!"
Rebekah rolled her eyes.
"Fine. I'll go by myself."
Becca shrugged again and went back to browsing through the variety of men pining for a chance to get with her, this time more out of her own enjoyment than anything. She sniffled quickly and wiped her nose with her arm.
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