"Are we meeting at your house or mine?"
"Can we do your house?"
"Are you worried we are breaking in your bed a little too quickly?"
"No," Libby chuckled. "I have no groceries at the apartment and I am just too exhausted to go to the store. I just want to get home for the night and relax."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I will have to explain when I get home but our systems were knocked out for a bit so that just made everything so much worse than what they needed to be. And I had a delivery driver show up a day early for some reason. I was not prepared for that so it has just been a hectic day."
"Beer and pizza for dinner then. Shoot me at text when you are on your way home and I will get it ordered? Is there anything special that you want?"
"No, just the usual is fine with me."
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