Her mind was reeling: Lennon and Zebulon have the same birthday?
"What are you all doing?"
Lennon had arrived at the studio to find no one at their desks. Seeing a crowd of heads in the conference room, he'd come over to investigate.
He didn't expect to find them all in here, slacking off.
He narrowed his eyes. "Is there a major bug?"
The others quickly scattered their excuses. "We were just planning where to go for the weekend."
"Heh, yeah, that's right, planning a trip."
"Boss, can we do another company outing for the long weekend? It's not like we have many friends anyway, it's more fun to hang out with everyone here."
"Yeah, boss, can we?"
Lennon raised an eyebrow. "We can, but—the weekend is still months away. You're planning a bit far in advance, don't you think?"
The group looked a little embarrassed.
Of course they knew it was far off, but they needed an excuse.
"Hahaha, well, we can talk about it then. We'll get back to work now, boss."
Everyone scurried out. Naomi, being half a beat too slow, was left behind.
Suddenly, it was just her and Lennon in the conference room.
"Uh—" Naomi rubbed her nose awkwardly. "I'll get back to work too, then."
"Naomi."
Lennon said her name.
A strange tingle went through her, and for a moment she felt disoriented.



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