IDK. It's Tess.
Jo
I'll just see myself out. Grant… always a pleasure.
Owen
What do you need?
Grant
Help with my resume.
Margot
Yeah… I'm out on that. I can't even look at another formal document.
Jo
Told you… the corporate world is LAME.
Owen
Good call. Ask Tess. I suck at that shit.
Margot
I thought you were leaving, Joanna.
Jo
Right… bye!
I read through my messages as quickly as I can while Ruthie stretches with the rest of her team. My pocket has been vibrating since we pulled up to the field, and now I know why. I glance up, spotting Ruthie with the three girls I've seen her with before, then shoot off a response before shoving my phone back into my hoodie.
Email me what you have, and I'll take a look.
My brother responds almost immediately by simply liking my text. Typical Grant.
"Tess!" Ruthie calls as she jogs over to the sidelines.
"Hey," I say, leaning on my knees. "You okay?"
"Did you ask them yet?" She looks up at me doe-eyed.
"Not yet," I admit. "But don't worry, I will."
"Okay," she nods quickly. "Do you remember who their moms are?"
I look over at the three women huddled together, their handbags slung over their shoulders and their arms pulled across their chests. "Yeah, I got it. Don't worry."
She grins. "Thanks, Tess."
I smile back. "Hey, did you ask the girls?"
She nibbles the inside of her cheek. "Yeah, they just keep saying they aren't sure."
"Okay, I'll ask. I promise."
