Just like Lyana said she wouldn't, neither of them pulled an all-nighter.
After wiping her eyes, she took out her phone and spent about five minutes constructing an apology email to the client, pushing the delivery a day backward.
Then she turned off her phone.
Given that she had just cried in Ayla's arms, she couldn't bring herself to face her, and scurried out of the office once it was evening.
That night, Ayla had no money for a cab, so she waited until everyone left before proceeding to walk home.
The walk home was usually long, but tonight she took in every bit of the scenery—stopping to smell the aroma from pastry shops, petting cats she saw along the way, and helping elderly people and children cross the road.
Usually, she was too preoccupied with the thought of going home to make dinner to appreciate any of these or be of help to anyone.
By the time she got home, it was nine in the evening.
