Eliza Ibara Break Time //top\\ -

Eliza sat down on a stack of abandoned plywood that someone had left there months ago. She reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out a small, foil package. A strawberry mochi she had bought from the specialty grocer three blocks away. It had cost four dollars. It was an extravagance she justified as a mental health expense.

Eliza glanced at the clock on her monitor. 2:59 PM. eliza ibara break time

She sat back at her desk, the spreadsheet glowing before her. The numbers were still there, but for the first time all day, they looked manageable. The break was over, but Eliza was ready. Eliza sat down on a stack of abandoned