Three years can change a lot.
By the time she came back, nothing would be the same. Maybe Franco and Laura would be… Petty stopped herself, pressing her fingers to her forehead. There she went again, getting lost in thoughts of him. She really needed to quit that.
Out of nowhere, a face popped up right in front of her screen. “What are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking about going.”
Petty barely had time to feel sad. She nudged Amy’s head to the side. “You got me. You’re too sharp for your own good.”
Amy huffed, fixing her hair. “Hey, careful with the hair, I spent all morning getting it just right. Seriously, what’s gotten into you?”
Petty just smiled and clicked open the application link.
But before she could go any further, Amy slapped her hand over the mouse.
Petty gave her a look.
Amy’s eyebrows were all scrunched up, her voice suddenly serious. “Did you read the requirements? If you go, you’re gone for three years.”
“I read every word, even the fine print.”
She meant it. There was no turning back.
Amy let go of the mouse and folded her arms, staring down at Petty. “Most people go for the resume boost, but you’re already the star reporter here. What more do you need? Don't blame me if you come back and I’m sitting in the editor’s chair. You’ll have wasted three years, you know that?”
Then she leaned closer, palms on Petty’s desk, looking more worried than before. “Wait, you didn’t hit your head too hard when you got attacked the other day, did you?”
Petty couldn’t help but laugh. She leaned her cheek on her hand and played with a strand of Amy’s hair, feeling a little warmth settle in her chest.
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