[Evelyn's break time is not coincidental, but it also isn't for quite the reason Egg might be expecting. Romance is not the name of the game today. The name of the game is war.]
Oh, hello, Ellana.
[She politely wipes her mouth with her napkin and leans down to give her friend a kiss on the cheek. Afterwards, she tilts her head in the direction of the donors that have showed up to attend this party.]
A number of the hospital donors have taken a very inappropriate interest in Cullen. They've been moving the mistletoe every time his back is turned to try to take liberties with him, and I'm, frankly, fucking sick of it.
[She bites down on her next bite of catering hard enough to snap one of the prongs on her plastic fork. She makes a face and brings the napkin back up to her mouth to remove the bit of plastic from her mouth.]
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Oh, hello, Ellana.
[She politely wipes her mouth with her napkin and leans down to give her friend a kiss on the cheek. Afterwards, she tilts her head in the direction of the donors that have showed up to attend this party.]
A number of the hospital donors have taken a very inappropriate interest in Cullen. They've been moving the mistletoe every time his back is turned to try to take liberties with him, and I'm, frankly, fucking sick of it.
[She bites down on her next bite of catering hard enough to snap one of the prongs on her plastic fork. She makes a face and brings the napkin back up to her mouth to remove the bit of plastic from her mouth.]