“Well? How’d go?” Dylan shot as soon as I walked in the door.
“I thought I told you not to wait up.”
“I didn't. I mean, I didn’t wait for you, I was just on my phone…”
“Right. Well, it’s late, I’m going to bed. You can message whoever, just keep it down, ok? I got to work in the morning.” I said moving to the bathroom.
“Wait, you’re seriously not going to tell me how your date went? I worry about you, you know?”
“It was fine, Dylan. Just a coffee and a chat.”
“That all?”
“We’re not teenagers. And please use correct grammar. It’s ‘was that all?’ You're a college man now.” I said with the toothbrush in my mouth. “And brush your teeth before you sleep.”
I crawled into bed thinking about work, but not regular work. There was the office to go to, but that was my smaller paycheck now. I
