Trey had just gotten home from work as Jess, and I were finishing up dinner. We'd made chicken, pasta, and salad.
I'd spent the afternoon soaking up the sun and getting to know Jess a little better.
"Look at you! One day here and you're already a golden goddess," Trey said, grinning at me.
I rolled my eyes and joined them at the kitchen island.
"I've got the early shift tomorrow, so I can drive you to your interview," Jess offered.
"That'd be great, thanks," I replied.
"I'll lend you my personal phone. When you're done, call me on my work phone and I'll come get you," Trey suggested.
"You don't have to leave work just to pick me up."
"It's no trouble at all," he assured me.
"I think he's feeling a bit protective after the whole Raffiel dancing incident," Jess stage-whispered, loud
