The incessant clack of keyboards filled the office, but something didn’t add up. I looked up from my monitor and stared in confusion. Matthew, my loud office mate, had been silent all morning. There were no jokes about the boss, no complaints about the cheap coffee from the machine, not even the off-key humming of pop songs that used to pierce my ears.
Suddenly, I remembered. Matthew mentioned it to me a few weeks ago with a forced smile: A stormy divorce. So, more out of politeness than anything else, the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“What now? What am I supposed to talk to him about at my house? How long does it take to drink a beer before it gets awkward?”