You know that part in The Little Mermaid when Ariel has just seen Eric for the first time and she’s swimming around the dressing room, combing her hair and singing? And all her sisters are like “Whoa, she’s happy”?

Jillian was on the train monologizing to herself.

When she got off, she sighed and noted that the sidewalk had never looked so beautiful. She reached up and touched the buds on the trees and smiled and hummed. She even did a little twirl half a block from the office building.

It was ok that she was late. Megan was always late, so it was ok for her to be late once, geez.

“Oh, hey, Miss Megan,” she said. Megan looked at her quickly, then looked back at her computer.

“Hi, Jillian.”

Jillian sighed, put her purse up on the coat rack and plopped herself down in the chair, spinning around in it slightly. “So, what’s new?” she asked.

“Nothing,” said Megan.

“Hmmm,” said Jillian. “Geez, I did not get much sleep last night.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Too much caffeine too late,” she giggled to herself.

“Yeah, you’re not supposed to have caffeine at night.”

“Oh, but it’s ok because I’m in such a great mood.”

“So you’re feeling better? From your accident?”

“Oh, you know, I’m still pretty sore from it and my car is still totaled.”

“Yeah, but you’re feeling better?”

“Hmm, nope,” Jillian laughed. “You know it takes longer than two days to recover from an accident.”

“Uh huh,” said Megan.

“I wonder if I can get a massage covered by my insurance.”

You’d probably have to’ve had an actual injury to get that, thought Megan.

“Oh yeah, that’d feel real nice,” said Jillian. “Do you want to get some cookies for lunch? Just have only cookies for lunch?”

Megan wanted to scream.

Jillian almost snort-laughed when she said this, oh man it was like a truth serum or something. The one pill last night had just made her feel wired and made her sore back feel better, but this morning when she’d taken three it was like a truth serum. Being on truth serum was fun.

“No, not really,” said Megan. “I brought a salad.”

“Oh, you and your salads,” said Jillian. “I know I’m going to have cookies at some point today, I just know I am, so I thought I’d offer to share some cookies with you.”

I can afford my own cookies, thought Megan. “Uh, no, I’m cool. I don’t really like to eat cookies that often.”

“Really?” said Jillian. “I thought all people liked eating cookies. But I guess you’re above cookies. You’re, like, able to resist the temptation.”

“It’s not even really a temptation to have cookies for lunch,” said Megan.

“Are you sure I couldn’t tempt you to have one or two cookies with your salad?”