Dominic
I got off the elevator and was thankful that today was the last day of interviews. My brain was fried and I would like nothing more than to sit in a dark room and turn off the outside world for a bit. But I couldn’t. Paul had gotten tickets for Hamilton and set up dinner reservations for Quinn and me.
I poured a glass of whiskey and looked out onto the balcony and saw her sitting outside. I decided to join her instead of heading straight to my room. She was on her tablet and looked over at me when she heard the door open.
“Welcome home honey.” She smiled at me and put her tablet down.
“Very cute. How was your day?” I sat down next to her and took a sip of my drink.
“It was good. We went to the MOMA and had lunch. How about you? How was your day?” She reached for my glass a
