Nothing happens even remotely interesting on Friday. I wake up and before I can leave my room Brian is knocking on the door. He is now my bodyguard. I convince to walk me to the law building and I promised not to go off at lunch until he gets there. The same with that afternoon. Dinner is a stress out affair of us all shooting what if scenarios and I can see the frustration in Jordon over the pizza we order. Finally, about seven, Brian excuses himself to head back to his hotel and I am left with Jordon.
“So, do you want to go out or something?” I ask. I am tried of sitting in my room being treated as if I am made of glass.
“Of course, you would wait to Brian leaves to ask that.”
“I was just thinking we could go out dancing or for a drink, or even a movie.”
“I don’t think that is a goo
