“Who knows? Probably not. It's hard to get a job as a designer.”
“Well, I would hire you,” he mused. She didn't continue on, afraid to sound naïve about being on HGTV or something, but her heartbeat did make itself known at the compliment. “So… I take it this is a movie. Is it about breakfast? Because that sounds lame.”
“Just shhh. It's not lame. Don't say that.” It was becoming easier to pretend they were just hanging out, and forget that the whole reason he was here was because she was literally assaulted in a parking lot an hour before. No. Don't go back there, she scolded her brain. She felt safe with Luke there, and The Breakfast Club could only bring happiness, so she let the hurricane of reality fade to the outskirts of her focus. Silently, she forked over the frozen peas for his
