Joe had a swagger in his step. It seemed his luck was changing for the better. All his life he had been the guy before. As in, isn’t that the guy Tiffany used to hang out with before she got engaged to Matt? Or, isn’t that the guy Alyssa dated before she realized she was a lesbian? Was it possible he was finally simply the guy?

Joe sat down at his cube, when Cory walked up. Cory was a bowling ball. Rumor has it, he was only at the call center because he got kicked off the police force because he had gone Hightower on a superior officer’s cruiser in a fit of rage.

“Cory, have you seen Dawn today?” Joe asked.

“You didn’t hear?” Cory replied.

“Hear what?”

“Dawn’s up on the roof. I think she might jump.”

“That’s not funny, man. She’s my friend.”

“That’s not what I heard. I heard you sold her out for a newer, shinier model. Really, you should get to the roof. Maybe you can talk her down.”

“Real funny, man.”

Joe thought, she’s probably just out sick or something. I’ll call her when I go on break.