Slacker, you’re not a slacker. And Accounting is much safer.

“Sorry, but I can’t do this,” you say.

Lissa looks disappointed, but she still shakes your hand. “You would have been a good employee, but I can understand.”

You mumble an apology.

“See you soon,” she says, and with a soft sound like the a dry wind blowing she’s gone. And you’re standing on Tank St alone, wondering just what she meant by that.