Connor
We sat awkwardly around the kitchen table. Neither Meredith nor her father, Rory, knew how to cook, so he had brought some frozen pizzas to bake. Meredith stood by the oven, wringing her hands and smiling nervously while her father sat at the kitchen table glaring at me.
We had chatted about school a little and then he asked me if I had a job. We were waiting on Ford and honestly, I hoped he would come quickly to save my ass. I told her dad that I tutored other students for money and he seemed impressed.
Meredith babbled about how smart I was and how I had graduated with honors. It surprised me that she remembered. Now we were just kind of waiting for either the pizza to finish in the oven or Ford to arrive. I wasn't a big conversationalist to begin with so everything just felt
