The glass door swung open.
Tyler stood in the doorway, uncertainty in his posture: his eyes darting around nervously, fingers fidgeting.
“Uh… Blake –“ he started to say.
“You’re being transferred,” I interrupted, my voice level, distant, cold.
Surprise widened in his eyes, disappointment weighed down his usual smile. But in a moment, he recovered; a smile blossomed and his eyes twinkled.
“Oh, okay. I’ll just tidy up your schedule for the rest of the week, Mr. Wyatt,” he chirped, a quiver b