Well, that was easy.
I texted the Angels.
My assignment complete, I got back to work.
Because peasant blouses didn’t pay for themselves.
About three hours into my shift, my apron buzzed with another text.
I nabbed my phone and saw a picture of the inside of Knox’s drawer at my pad.
As I was staring at it, I saw an incoming picture of the neat edge of the hang of Knox’s jeans in my closet.
I then got, Babe.
I burst out laughing.
When I could see through my humor, I typed, Deal: I do laundry, you do dishes.
Knox didn’t hesitate to reply, Deal.
We so totally had this partner stuff down.
I sent him emojis of a shirt, dress, jeans, bubbles, and ended it with a pink heart with yellow stars.
Knox replied with just a red heart.
Yeah, we were good at this.
I got back to work.
I was mildly upset that Knox told me he’d be waiting outside when I picked him up after work so I wouldn’t have the hassle of parking downtown and coming up to the office.
I was upset because the NI&S offices were lush and always worth a visit.
I was also upset because there was an ongoing beef happening between Shirleen (overall operations manager) and Marjorie (Phoenix branch manager), and although it was a longshot, I was hoping I could watch those two in action.
This hope was dashed when I saw Knox’s tall frame detach from where he was leaning against the side of the building when he caught sight of me in the Prius.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about the expression on his face when he was walking up to my car because I wasn’t certain how to read said expression.
He folded in, leaned across to me, and we shared a peck before he sat back, buckled in and I checked mirrors to pull out into traffic.
I did this asking, “How’d that go?”
“Home,” he replied.
“What?”
“We’ll wait until we get home.”
Hmm.
Not a good sign.
“How was work?” he asked.
“You and me are old, but also new, thus we need to get some things down. As in, do you want to know when Tex threatens to do something crazy?”
