‘ DIDN’T I JUST TELL YOU, I’M NOT UPSET! ’ rubin’s voice was firm. someone was approaching him, likely the person who’d just attempted to console him. no, rubin wasn’t going to do it --- he would not cry. though a lump in his throat was threatening to. he gestured with his hands as he spoke, ' i’m just feeling a little betrayed. ’
his fingers found the stem of a wine glass & clutched it so tightly it threatened to break, his voice raised pitch, ‘ TEN YEARS i’ve worked here, giving everyone joy in the form of fashion. what do they do? decide to go in another direction like i’m some sort of road. ’ finalling, rubin whipped round to see the person who had approached him, ‘ do i look like a road to you? ’