“Rinse and spit,” I said.

Henderson leaned over the little sink and spat out the water.

“Well now, I just thought you should know,” Henderson said.

“I appreciate it,” I said, setting the scaler down on the metal tray.

Sarah sprayed lemon disinfectant across the break room counter and wiped down the stack of plastic lunch trays.

The smell of bleach mixed heavily with the stale coffee burning at the bottom of the glass pot.

“Henderson always talks,” Sarah said.