Page 11 of Love in the Lab
Jumping out of the truck, I collect my bag and soggy shoes before I walk up the stairs to the entrance of my apartment building. I type in my entry code, and the door unlocks. I turn back and give Jonathan a little wave.
Upstairs in my apartment, I strip and shower. Afterward, I put on my coziest comfort clothes and settle on the couch to bingeAnne with an E, one of my emotional support shows.
I check my phone and see a text from an unknown number. I open it to find a picture of myself from today, standing in the water in ridiculously large waders and glaring at the camera. Icringe. The message says, “Thought you might want this to help you remember our eventful day together.”
I shake my head and forward the photo to my sisters in our group chat.
Molly:
My day today
Olivia:
lmao
Nicole:
What?? Where were you?
Molly:
Day 1 of fieldwork with Jonathan
Nicole:
Oh no! It doesn’t look like it went well
Olivia:
nice fit
Nicole:
Ha! Olivia that’s funny because it could mean fit like outfit or fit like how it’s way too big on her
Olivia:
I know
Molly:
Anyway, hope your day is going better than mine
Olivia:
oh yeah livin the dream. maybe if I get a fourth part time coaching job I can afford to move out of my childhood bedroom
Molly:
You’ll get there
Molly:
Nicole?
Nicole:
My day is fine
