“Yeah, college. It’s fun, right?” Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
“You’re not liking it.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m not liking it. I just think it’s difficult to make a decision.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You know, I have to pick an actual major, and I find that really difficult. How do they expect me to pick one path? I wonder if it would just be easier if I dropped out, and make my own path.”
“Is that why you’re working for James Summers?”
“Yeah, pretty much. Back home I worked at the diner, in the florist shop, a supermarket. I even worked with teachers at the local high school to see if there was something I really loved. Of course, nothing really stood out. I’m not afraid of hard work. I love working, but it’s just not … inspiring.”
“What are you hoping to achieve with James?”
“You know my boss?”
“Yep. He did mention a little spitfire who got him to hire her. I didn’t realize that it was you.”
“It was me.” She chuckled. “He didn’t want to hire me, but I promised I’d be good. I’m good at keeping a secret.”
“Unless your friends are there.”
“I love my friends, but they are so nosy. You know we were at the casino last night for them to pick up someone to get over an old boyfriend.”
“What about you?”
“I was there because they wanted me to be. I hate heels though. They hurt my feet.” When she got home last night, she’d kicked them off into the corner of her bedroom, determined to never wear them again.
What about tomorrow?
Damn.
“Your parents’ meal tomorrow, how should I dress?”
“Normally. It’s not a special get-together. We always try to make it so at least one Sunday we’re at home. I go every Sunday ‘cause I’m lazy and don’t want to cook my own food.”
“Oh, okay.”
“It’s not something we’re forced to do.”
“I was more worried about having to wear high heels again. I hate them.” She stuck her lip out.
“I liked your heels last night.”
“Ever tried wearing a pair?” she asked.
“No. That’s a lie. When I was a little kid, I raided my mom’s wardrobe, and wore hers.”
She chuckled. “I imagine everyone had raided their parents’ wardrobe a time or two.”
“You ever done that?”
“Yes. I have. I also saw photos of my three tough brothers doing it.”
“Tough?”
“Yeah, just preparing you if you’re determined to still come see my folks. They’re dangerous, and loud.” She saw her apartment block just up ahead. “That’s me.”