FIFTY-FOUR
On their way back to the apartment, they ordered pizza. While they waited for it to be delivered, Jason offered to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate her new job.
"I haven't accepted it yet," Xan protested.
"Job offer, then," he said, popping open the bottle and pouring her a glass anyway. They drank it in the living room, watching the storm clouds roll in from the west, glad to be in out of the rain. The wind speeds of this storm matched those of a Category One cyclone back on the island, so Xan was doubly pleased she hadn't gone swimming at the beach in this weather.
The pizza arrived, smelling so good that Xan stuffed half a piece in her mouth before she'd even found a plate to put it on. Jason just laughed at her, helping himself to a slice.
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