“What time is it?” she asks in a sudden panic, her back shooting straight up to look around for a clock. My gaze slips over to the alarm clock sitting on the dresser across from me, and hers follows. As soon as she sees that it’s past seven, she jumps out of bed, a string of cuss words falling from her mouth that makes me smile as she hops over me and begins running around the room, gathering her clothes. “Turns out, I know the boss. He doesn’t give a shit if you’re on time,”
