DawnTHERE WAS SOMETHING about being busy that made everything bearable. I had my dissertation to finish, and a lot of meetings with my professor to put in the finishing touches. Of course, I’d done most of the work already, but one of my internships had turned into a part-time job which provided endless challenges and distractions.
“So, what are you going to do after your presentation?” Damien asked. We were at the coffee shop next to our building, doing our weekly catch-up.
I smiled and shrugged. “I really have no clue.”
Damien chuckled and nodded. “Look, from what I can see, you’re a fine programmer. Wherever you want to live, I am sure you won’t have to worry too much about finding a job.”
I tilted my head and looked at him, but I already knew he meant it. We’d developed a pretty so
