She has no idea… None, whatsoever, about what I do for a living. That’s a good thing. The less she knows, the better, for now.
I hold her door open as she slides into the front seat of my car. She probably doesn’t even care that the car is a custom build, but who really does other than car people, right?
Once she is in the front seat of the car, I put it into drive, and we head to her preferred grocery store.
We make small talk about random things. Work, the weather, the whole thing, but a small part of me loves this side of things. I love hearing her talk about her life and what she does for a living. Finally, I decide to broach the subject while we are in the grocery store and she is shopping for her groceries.
“So… Tell me about why you became a nurse.”
I watch her stumble a bit a
