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“Love you too, bitch.”

I take another bite of my sandwich before glancing toward the skyline again.

The only real problem with staying is money.

Turns out Florida still expects me to pay for shit even though I provide the local economy with excellent vibes.

My photography work is enough to keep me alive, but freelance money comes in waves and, apparently, my van also likes having gasoline inside it.

“I need a job.”

Emma stops chewing.

I look at her.

She keeps staring.

“What?”

“I’m just taking this in.”

“Taking what in?”

“The personal growth.”

I smack her knee.

“I have had jobs.”

“You quit the last one because your manager told you your tattoos weren’t client friendly.”

“She told me to cover them.”

“You told her, her eyebrows weren’t client friendly.”

“Well, they weren’t.”

“Oakley.”

“They looked angry all the time.”

Emma starts laughing.

I shrug. “Hostile workplace.”

She shakes her head, then goes suspiciously quiet.

I know that look.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Emma.”

“There might be something.”

“Why does that sound illegal?”