Professional Boundaries

​by JOHN ADAMS

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“Six, eight.” Kaelyn’s glossy fingernail ran from one lit elevator button to the other.

“What?” Lis asked, more from habit than interest.

“Today’s date. June 8th.”

Lis scooped her hair into a scrunchie. “Huh.”

“June 8th,” Kaelyn repeated, drawing out the date. “Like I was saying: International Best Friends Days.”

Lis’ face flashed a second of ‘This shit again?’ before offering another “Huh.”

The man caught between them shot Kaelyn a quick, embarrassed look before shuffling to the front of the elevator.
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