I can't help but laugh, shaking my head. "Have a nice day!" I call after, trying to sound cheerful.
"Yeah, yeah. Hope your day doesn't suck, I guess," she mutters back, which is probably the closest thing to affection she's capable of. Then she slams the door, the sound echoing down the hallway.
"Crazy woman," I murmur under my breath as I step into the elevator. The doors close with a sluggish sigh, and I press the button for the lobby. The ride is slow and quiet, the kind of silence that makes you suddenly aware of every small hum and creak.
While I wait, I pull out my phone and tap out a quick Good morning text to Mateo, even though I'm pretty sure he's still dead asleep. Knowing him, he probably went to bed sometime after two a.m.
