After three years of trial and error, Chris and Morgan are now committed to giving the "normal" life a try.
Old habits die hard, though, which they come to find out when trouble inevitably finds them.
Sweeping things under the rug, the couple just...
"Some conversations take more out of you than the miles you run"
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Andy and I stood at Yolanda's desk, arguing over what to eat for lunch.
"I'll have whatever he's having." The spunky receptionist flirted, winking at me.
"You better stop, you're gonna get me in trouble with Big Mike." I laughed it off, referring to her husband.
Yolanda waved her swollen wrist at me. Without a word, she exited the conversation to answer the business phone on the second ring.
"What do you want?" I nodded to Andy.
He flickered his eyes up from the phone screen for a second, then answered me. "Sushi, obviously."
I sucked my teeth in disagreement. "You've had sushi, like, three times this week, bro."
"I could eat sushi for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day," he said like it was nothing.
I shook my head. "I'm getting Chipotle."
"Ooo!" Yolanda exclaimed, putting her manicured fingers over the speaker phone. "Get me that steak bowl you got last time—no sour cream."
I felt playfully flattered that she liked my go-to Chipotle order. "Ah, you liked that?"
"I like you," she responded, pretending to tuck hair behind her ear despite having a red and black pixie cut wig this week.
I laughed, shaking my head at my boss's sister-in-law.
"—Yes, I'm listening, sir!" she snapped at the caller on the phone. I laughed.
Nia walked in, and Andy immediately jumped off of the front desk.
Without saying a word, Andy started to explain himself to her. "I was sitting on her papers to weigh them down so they don't fly anywhere—it's a breeze in here," he made up.
He and I pretended to shiver as Nia raised an eyebrow at us both.
She didn't buy it.
"Chris, can I talk to you?" Nia Aragon asked.
She stood in front of me with her arms folded across her chest.
"If it's not about lunch, no," I joked, finalizing my order on the app.
Nia huffed, walking away from the lobby.
She stepped into my office, taking in the room like she owned it.
I walked inside after her and took a seat at my desk.
She didn't sit. Instead, she paced around lightly, her hands tucked into the pockets of her purple tailored pants, her gaze sweeping the space until it landed on my desk.
