It was past closing time, and Henry called after me as I was about to walk out the door, “What are you going to be?”
Turning around, I pushed open the door with my back and thrust my fist in the air. “Not optimistic!”
“I’ll see you tomorrow or whenever you work next.” He gave me an approving grin and wave.
I was tempted to give him a double thumbs-up sign with a cheesy smile, but refrained. I wouldn’t have meant it, and God forbid, I would be fake. Though Henry would’ve lapped it up. He was all about fake and circumstance. It could’ve been his graduation song.
“Jordan.”
I had opened the second set of doors, and it was swinging shut behind me when I heard my name. I stopped mid-step. My foot was literally in the air, and it came down roughly as I twisted around. I thought I would be re
