Erin had been tailing me around all morning to spill the juicy information about my sudden easy-going attitude and shocking quick make-friends with the hot CEO we had met yesterday.
I had repeated myself over and over again that the "juicy" information wasn't really worth of her sweet energy, but her tenacity and melodramatic pleases had made me raise the white flag.
"We jogged. We ate. We went home," I replied in a short, straight-to-the-point way. I thought it ended the conversation but she marched behind me with a laundry bin in hand, bombarding me with more questions.
Erin dropped the bin then let out an enraged groan as she crossed her slender arms over her chest. "You keep telling me that same boring stuff! I want to know what reeeally happened in between the jogging and eating."
