ROANNE
“I suggested that you both come over to London. Here”
The laughter just bursts out of me. But I don’t reel it in. It’s funny He’s funny.
“I’m not joking, Roanne” His tone is laced with irritation, and it gets me angry.
“I don’t care whether or not you’re joking! You can’t just call me -when I clearly said you
shouldn’t- and tell me to pack up my life, quit my job, and come over there to-“
“-We both know quitting your job won’t be necessary” My eyes shut. I hate that he
knows so much about me. Of course it won’t be necessary. It’s freelance and mostly
remote. I know my boss won’t mind if I don’t come to the office anymore. But, that
doesn’t matter. I know he’d be saying the same even if my work isn’t so flexible.
“And Cassie? She has a full-on job, where she actually has to
