I laugh silently. "So what is my type then, please fill me in." I don't have a type... do I?
"I don't know, the opposite of Jacob." She flings her hands around, rolling her eyes.
"Well, from what Max has told me about his mother she'll never approve of me," I tell her.
"Why is that?" Quinn asks with a puzzled look on her face. "She's uptight, I'm sure when she hears her baby boy is dating a veterinarian assistant she'll be over the moon excited." I turn, and make a dorky face.
"Hi my name is Rae and I am a veterinarian assistant. Why yes, I do clean up dog poop daily," I swing my arm in and give a cheesy smile.
"Yeah, maybe leave that part out. But Max said he could help you with all that right? You can make up a profession. Hell, I do it all the time." She lifts her chin confiden
