“I wish I wan't me,” she mumbled.

“What was that?” Charlie asked. Abrupt as always.

“Nothing important. How was work?” She perked up. Fake smile plastered in place.

Charlie drawled on about accounts and expense reports for a good hour an a half before he remembered to ask her anything about her own day.

“Oh, just the usual.” She looked down at her dirty fingernails. He didn't care enough to listen, so she didn't waste time telling him that tomorrow she was leaving this comfortable monotony. She could create a new alias on the way out.