“Why did you choose to become a lawyer?”
I square my shoulders. “Why? Because I could’ve been a fortune-teller instead?”
He laughs. “No, baby. Somehow, I can’t see you doing that. I’m just wondering what makes a hot, talented woman like you go into such a rigid occupation.”
He means I’m too uptight. I touch my tangled waves, wanting the security of my usual French twist. “I work with kids in the system, getting them out of bad situations.”
“Isn’t that pro bono stuff?”
“Almost,” I admit. “I’m lucky I got scholarships for law school, otherwise I couldn’t afford my student loans and rent.”
“I didn’t know you were such a humanitarian type.”
“Yep. Foxfire calls me a bleeding heart liberal. But I want to give back, and if I can help these kids navigate the system, save them from what I—”
