Shay:
I sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter, taking a big bite of my sandwich while Kat leaned against the fridge, scrolling through her phone. We were both in sweats, hair thrown up in messy buns, enjoying the easy, lazy afternoon before heading back to work tonight. It felt good—normal, even. Like I was reclaiming a little piece of myself.
“I can’t wait to get back,” I said, grinning between bites. “I need to be moving again. I need a routine.”
Kat looked up, arching an eyebrow. “I don’t know, babe. I’ve kinda enjoyed holding you hostage all week.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s been nice. But I need to get back out there. I can’t hide away here forever. Plus, I kinda miss Tony's.”
Kat smirked. “I know. That’s why we’re making sure you go back looking like a
badass.”
I groa
