Green

Aventurine was the type of stone that made one think of adventure. Unless one only looked at it, of course. The pale green didn’t actually scream to hit the road and find something new.

It did offer some semblance of protection to someone who had a uniform that didn’t allow for green on this day. This one day, of all days.

Her friend scowled. “When I finally thought I’d catch you.”

She smiled back. “You touch me without permission, I cut you.”

You’re not supposed to say that at work, but apparently she got away with it today.

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