Chase strolled into the apartment and caught sight of Eliana lounging at her desk in pajamas, glued to her computer screen.

"You're always nose-deep in work. Are you secretly a robot?" Chase quipped as he kicked off his shoes and ambled over.

Eliana, fingers dancing across the keyboard, shot back, "If I don't hustle, who's gonna take care of my wrinkly self down the line? You've seen my family; if I hit rock bottom, they'll just roll out the red carpet, fireworks and all. Apart ...