That's what the coffee's for. [ It ought to trick her stomach into shutting up for another thirty minutes or full hour. surely, by then he'll have left, and then she can sleep through the hunger. maybe when she wakes up, she'll feel like dealing with it. Jess is too tired to get or not get why he's still there, lazily assuming he's mocking up a domestic scene for himself. trying to make amends after a night on the couch. he didn't do anything wrong.
rather than tell him that, she hunkers down in front of her computer and swipes at the track pad until the screen comes to life. the top window is the preview she left open of a man and his mistress at dinner. Jess hits delete and starts to highlight any similar-looking thumbnails as she rests heavily back in her chair. he is now officially bothering her at work. ]
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rather than tell him that, she hunkers down in front of her computer and swipes at the track pad until the screen comes to life. the top window is the preview she left open of a man and his mistress at dinner. Jess hits delete and starts to highlight any similar-looking thumbnails as she rests heavily back in her chair. he is now officially bothering her at work. ]