Relocating

Goodbye Hotel

I woke up late the next morning, but still made it to work on time. Dan didn't say anything about yesterday, although I don't really thing he wanted to ask me. Eliza didn't ask either. She was mainly interested in her burned arm and if it was going to be alright in awhile. I still can't believe she burned herself with a tea kettle.

Work was simple up until noon. We had a crowd that came and went in about an hour. Then at around 3pm Ashton came in. He just wanted a cup of coffee. I went around the corner, hugged him, and praised him for leaving his apartment. He came to pick me up, so we could move in together tonight.

I left Francisco's Finest and we drove to the hotel. I had already had gotten everything packed last night. All that was left was throwing my clothes in a dresser at his place he bought me. Which I did and went downstairs to see him.

"All done?" He asked.

"Yeah. It was easy. Everything is put away."

"Do you like the dresser?"

"Yes. Thank you." I say and sit with him on the couch.

"So, it's time to sleep." He says and I look at the time. It's 10pm.

"This early?"

"You have to work tomorrow." He says and kisses my forehead.

"So?"

"So, do good at your job."

"I do."

"Lets not change that." He says and laughs. I stand to go upstairs.

"Oh and Rachel?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you come to Bethany's funeral with me this weekend? I don't think I can go by myself. It's just-"

"I'll go." I say and he looks relieved.

"Thank you." He says and kisses me.

"I'll always look out for you."

"Isn't that my job?"

"It's both of our jobs."