Jordan
I followed her to a hotel near to our offices. She parked her car and gave me a finger to wait. She went into her room for a minute or two. Then she came back out and opened my passenger door.
“Sorry, I needed to use the bathroom.” “Why are you living in a hotel?” “I’m not technically and it’s a long story. No, its not long it just involves Christopher and Carly.” “Your dad and stepmom?” “Yeah.”
“Where do you want to eat?” Her eyes brightened. “Do you like cheesesteaks and fries?” She asked. “Say no more.” I answered her and backed out of the spot we were sitting in. “How does your dad and stepmom have you living in a hotel?” I couldn’t resist I was too curious.
“Because I share an apartment with my brother. They decided to visit and arrived on Friday. They requested I not be
