John
It had been a week since I found Jena on the floor of her kitchen. Everything feels new, but yet familiar between us. We went on a date, a small picnic at the park and we spoke for hours, nothing serious that would feel like I am trying to prey too deep. I asked her what her dreams for the future are and how she feels working for Gwen. She asked me questions about why I decided to go into self-defense and how I started my business. I burned to ask the harder questions, like how her father died and where her mother is, but I kept those questions to myself, knowing that it is far too early to start asking questions when I told her that I would wait for her to come to me.
It is ten minutes before my next class starts and I try to focus on a bit of admin while I have a few minutes. Jus
