"No, you don't get to use my being busy as an excuse to duck away," I warn her, reaching my arms out to help her with her groceries. It reminds me of the first time we met, when she helped me with my many bags. If you leave me to myself, I will always keep myself busy, I will always have more things I want to do than I actually have the time to get done.

But that doesn't mean that I can't make time for a friend. And making sure that she's fine is more important to me than the other things that I could be doing today.

"My work isn't going anywhere, it will all be waiting on my desk until whenever I get to it. Come. I'm clearly not spending enough time looking after you if you're so upset and I had no idea," I tell her, wrapping one hand lightly around her arm and guiding her in the direction of the nearest coffeeshop. One that also has amazing pastries.