The smell of dinner lingered outside of the house.

My stomach growled, despite the barbeque that Mrs. Jamie ordered us. The day had drained me. Maybe it was because I’d been out of school without a job for a few weeks.

Either way, it was bittersweet to be in the working world.

Mason opened the door for me. Dinner sat on the table with two wine glasses and a lit candle.

“Wow, fancy,” I said, watching Mason’s cheeks as he blushed. “Did you just blush, ...