"Why do you look like you are having the worse day of your life?" she asked as took the steps closer to me.
I wanted to speak to her about what bothered me but as much as she was nice, I felt awkward to begin speaking to her about my worries when we have never spoken about anything outside work.
"You look like you have something to say," she urged me to go on before sitting down beside me.
"I . . ." I began but I was unable to proceed as I found her question weird. It made me wonder how obvious it was on my face.
"If you don't want to, then you don't have to. I just figured out someone took over my safe space and I came here for a short break but you stole my spot," she said as the pulled out a can of soda from her pocket.
"Sorry," I apologized as I looked at her.
"Do you want it?" she asked stretching her can of soda towards me.