*Amelia’s POV*

“Sarah, do you have a minute?” Mia leaned against my office door and asked.

I sat aside the report I was working on and looked up, “Of course, what’s up?”

Mia was wearing a button-up Hawaiian shirt and black slacks. Her blonde hair was pulled back into two buns that sat on top of her head, and her blue eyes sparkled with charisma. She was adorable and seemed like a really fun person, though we hadn’t talked much. She reminded me ...