Caroline
“He's fixing your car?" Taylor asks the question as the two of us drink Corona's on my back porch later that night. We've gotten together for Taco Thursday's anytime we've been around one another. Tonight, I need this more than I need to breathe.
“Yeah, he's swooped in like some romance book hero and is taking care of it. I don't even mind it's actually his job, I'm just impressed he's taken control."
“Girl, you're getting in deep." She dips her tortilla chip in the hot queso, putting the whole thing in her mouth. “You work for him, you've slept with him, and now he's doing work on your car. How has it been working with him?"
It's been a while since we caught up. We haven't been able to talk much. She's been busy doing what she does, and I've just been trying to find my place
