“Why do you always stay late and do extra work?” you shifted your head towards your office door and found your work friend leaning on the frame.
“Umm. Because I love my job?” you chuckled at her question and signaled her to take a seat.
“I don’t get why you work so hard? Most girls out there are literally throwing themselves at rappers just to cop that lifestyle.” She motioned her hands animatedly. “and then, there’s you.”
“Well, I’ve got mouths to feed other than mine. It’s a tragedy, really.” You laughed at her frustration over your work ethic.
“Go home early today, please.” She requested you before she stood up and left.
After she left, you went back to finishing your work. The truth was that aside from genuinely enjoying what you do, you hated going home early. You hated having to fight with the rush hour traffic after office hours and these days, you hated coming home to an empty house.
While you were rubbing your temples, your phone buzzed to life and saw Jay’s face on the screen. Excited that he may want to have dinner, you picked up immediately.