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He quietly says, “I’m less inclined to discuss this in front of everyone, because people can get weird about things. I know you’re fine about these things, but other people might not be. My date was with a man.”
“I don’t think anyone here will care.”
He shrugs and glances around. “You never know, and I don’t want to rock any boats just yet.”
“Well, how’d it go?”
He smiles. “Good. Really good. We’re seeing each other again this weekend.”
“That’s awesome.”
“We really click, you know? I mean, it was just a first date, so who knows, but I like what I’ve seen so far.”
“I’m happy for you, Garrett.”
He almost flinches when he asks, “So, seriously, Trent?”
“Why does everyone keep bringing him up today? First Callie, now you. I’m done with Trent. Forever.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, there’s more fish in the?—"
“Not for me. I’m done with all that.”
He folds his arms. “You’ve seemed done with everything lately. What’s up with you?”
Shaking my head, I don’t even want to get into it. But Garrett’s a great guy, and I could probably use more than one person to talk to. Maybe his perspective would help. “I just … I thought once I was a lawyer, I’d have everything all figured out, you know? I’m staring down the barrel of thirty years old, and I feel just as lost as when I was a teenager.”
He chuckles. “When I was a teenager, I wanted to be a pilot. What about you?”
“A lawyer. But not really. TV lawyers had all the money, so I went with that. What I really wanted to do was photography.”
“What’s stopping you?”
I laugh. “A mountain of school loans. The usual.”
“And now, you help venture capitalists dodge taxes?—"
“Find appropriate places to store their otherwise taxable income,” I parrot the party line, and we both roll our eyes. “Yeah. Not exactly a dream job.”
“Could be worse.”
“How so?”
“You could be Madi.”
I snort a laugh. “Uh no. Not in a million years. Could you just imagine me in her heels? It’d be like a foal trying to walk on its first day.”
He laughs, too. “I’d pay to see that.”
“I wouldn’t hate everything here if maybe the clients were decent people, trying to catch a break. But I cannot describe a single client of ours that way. Here, it’s multimillionaires, their questionable actions, and their shell corporations. Yuck.”
“At least today is one more day off your retirement calendar.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
We part ways, and the next few hours are a blur of meetings and proposals until I realize eight o’clock came and went. By nine, I’m on my way home. TGIF never felt as real as it does now, and I feel it in my bones by the time I turn the key to my apartment. Just as I step inside, my phone blows up with Callie’s number. “Hey, what?—"
“Daniel stood me up!”
