Jake looked at his watch as the doors closed and the train picked up speed, hurling towards Fairfax from Alexandria.
Fuck!
He hoped to make it for dinner by seven but he got stuck decoding blueprints that were part of a patent application. Since he moved to Virginia to be with Xavier, Jake’s temporary placement with the feds at the Patents and Trademark Office in Alexandria proved predictable. Most days, anyway. In at eight, out by five. Tonight though he stayed over a few. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to apply for the permanent, non-lawyer position but he was hedging his bets so he wanted to put some effort. Most jobs at an examiner position required computer, mechanical or electrical engineering but, luckily, Patents needed a paralegal to make sure all the legal paperwork matched with t
