And I have a boyfriend whom I love. Who I’m almost certain loves me too.
I will not be depressed today.
As I walk into the kitchen, I spot Sterling’s laptop on the counter.
I know we need to have our talk soon. About me working here.
I like working here. But…
I open the laptop, then open the web browser.
If this is going to work long term for us, possibly forever, I need to start looking for a different job.
My hands hover over the keyboard.
I’ve always searched for new jobs out of desperation. If I’m not on a deadline to find something new, I could look for something Iwantto do, not just the first thing available.
And if we stay together… If I officially move in here with Sterling, then I don’t need to look for a job that has room and board included.
A tendril of excitement weaves through my ribs.
The options are endless.
I stare at the blank search bar.
And I keep staring.
And the longer I stare, the more that excitement turns into anxiety.
My throat tightens.
I have no idea what I want to do.
Literally not a fucking clue as to what I should type.
I dig my teeth into my lip.
I… I don’t know what my passion is.
I’ve never had one.
My gaze lowers to the keyboard.
The letters stare back up at me.
I try to think about things I like.
Sterling. Ben. Spike. Baking pies.
Pies are the only thing on that list that I could do anything with. But I’m not trained. I don’t have any experience. And I like making them, occasionally, for fun. But they aren’t my passion.
I lower my hands to my side, leaving the search bar blank.
Chapter 187
Sterling
I walka few more paces deeper into the woods before I take my phone out of my pocket.