"I don't know what's up with you today....but snap out of it before we get in trouble."
He followed her lead, reluctantly. "She didn't even get my name right. She called me Beff."
"Maybe that's a good thing. Are you ready to get back to work?"
"I guess...." Biff said.
Erika got up, and began picking up empty cups that were on the table. Biff looked down. He didn't remember them being there, but yet there was one in front of him. He looked around the room. It had been filled with chair desks. How was the room suddenly filled with round tables and chairs? Including the chair he was standing up from. She took them and put them in a nearby trash can before noticing that a few of the other tables had trash on them. She went to throw that out as well. "Honestly, the garbage is right there. People can't walk five feet? They think someone will clean up after them," she remarked, seemingly annoyed.
He hadn't known Erika cared about that sort of thing. But he really didn't know her well, although at the moment she seemed to be acting like they were great friends, instead of her being a friend, not even best friend, of his girlfriend. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder and turned. Erika was putting on a green apron and tying it around her waist. "I'll see you later," she promised.
"Later?"
"I have to clean up," she said.
"Umm..sure," Biff said. He decided he'd better get out of this madhouse. He wasn't sure what was happening, but for the first time, it occurred to him he should get the hell out of this madhouse.
He hurried along the halls, when he spotted Randy again....except Randy was pushing a broom. He began running faster toward the nearest stairwell, until finally, he tripped over his own shoes, falling to the ground. "Are you all right?" A voice said. He saw a hand offering to help him up. He took it, and was surprised its owner was able to pull him up so quickly...then he saw who it was.
