Pleasant woman. Nia pulled into her driveway, turned off the ignition, and sat for a moment. She pulled out her phone and thumbed through to her last message to Jake.
>Nia: Hey. I’m back in Houston.
~5 minutes later.
>Jake: Great. How did it go?
>Nia: Great.
>Jake: Nice! Want to meet up to discuss?
>Nia: Sure. Let me get inside and put my stuff down, then I’ll be over in a little.
>Jake: Perfect. Use your key. I’m not home ‘til 7, but I’ll see you then.
She sprung out of the car and let herself in the front door.
“Hey Grandma.”
Her grandma looked up at her through thick lenses. “How was Austin?”
“Great. Was fun. Got to ride in a private jet. The food was just so-so, though.” She held her hand out and turned it back and forth. “They don’t know how to cook like y
