Sebastian answers the phone. Before he can speak, Polard is already talking:

"I need you to come in." He says sternly.

"Um…" Sebastian begins to feel lightheaded.

"I’m sorry, good morning. I need you to come in." Polard says again, just as stern.

"…alright. When do you need me to—"

"Now. As soon as you can."

"Okay."

"Never mind the dress code. I just need you to come in and help. This lockdown is killing us."

Every part of Sebastian rejects the idea of going back to the kitchen today. But he really needs this job.

"Um. Alright, yeah. I’ll be there soon." He says.

Polard hangs up.

Sebastian deflates. Something deep in his chest begins to feel heavy. He presses his palm over his heart and slows his stride down to a stop.