Sheyla looked at the guy surprised, she wasn't expecting being addressed at all. So she put the cup that already was at mid air going to her mouth on the counter. She waved her hands in the air, in a signal of indifference.
"Nah, just the same crap as aways. Dealing with bosses are always so difficult, especially after you almost let innocent people die." Her voice was indifferent, but her choice of drink already told it all. "So yeah, I almost lost my job today, luckily, my boss is really...forgetful, so he gave me a second chance... At least after 2 weeks. Anyway, I'm not really that worried. My partner can handl..." And her iPhone started to ring. "Speaking of the devil... I'll be right back." Sheyla moved to the corner of the bar, with her phone already on her ear.
"The heck you want? Yes I'm fine. No. Look! This isn't the first time, ok? I know, dumbass! I know that you know that! Don't yell at me, or I will slit your throat! I might not have my gun right now, but in two weeks I'll have it back! What? Yeah fine, try that. As if he would listen. Ugh! You know what? I'll end this call. Bye bye dumbass, see you back at the delegacy in two weeks. No! Don't you even dare! Look, Daniel, I don't want your sympathy! I'm fine and I can handle this myself! WHAT? That was only one time! WHAAT? Now I'm a psychopath, yeah alri..." The voice of the red head started to fade away as she made her way out of the bar, just loud curses being understandable.