7
ELLA
When I came out of work at seven, East was there, just as he’d said. Yes, East. I’d started to think of him as that instead of Dr. Wainright because I was learning who he was. The kiss earlier had definitely made us more familiar. Even though it was snowing, he was leaning against his truck. Without a coat. Of course, if I were his size, I probably wouldn’t need one either.
He walked toward me as I approached.
“Good shift?” he asked, taking my bag off my shoulder.
I wasn’t sure why he did it, but I didn’t say anything. Chivalry? I wasn’t all too familiar with the concept.
“It was fine.” It was work. There wasn’t anything to say about sorting and packing boxes. My feet ached, but that wasn’t new. I’d only worked a half shift though, so it was still early.
“Your battery’s been
