"Honey, Baby, Emma, save me!" exclaimed the excited Ellie.
Leaping forward, she grabbed on to Emma's waist tightly. Sounds of loud fake cries left her mouth. Emma turned away the cup of coffee in her hand, trying hard to balance it, so that it doesn't spill.
"Because of you, my dad handed me to that witch! Guess what! That witch made me work under someone even colder, witch-ier than her! Every day, I felt like it was going to snow, and my end would be freezing to death. You don't know how I struggled to survive so far!"
The eyes of all the colleagues were on them, trying to get in a new piece of gossip. Her overdramatic friend caused Emma to feel ashamed.
Emma placed the cup of coffee down, grabbing on to her shoulders and helping her stand up straight.
"It's working hours. How did you get in here?" inquired Emma.
