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"So you're a working girl now?"

"I don't think you know what that means," I reply, sipping the iced coffee Lois bought me before she picked me up. "But in the sense that I have a job; yes."

"You're making me feel bad about myself."

"Maybe—and this is just a suggestion—you could stop sitting on your ass and smoking all day?"

"I don't think you understand what an addiction is."

"You can do other things, right?"

"Ugh, yeah, but I'd have to stop every thirty minutes to take a drag and it would be so annoying for everyone I potentially work with, and myself, and— "

"Where's Noah?" I interject, glancing at the back seat in concern.

"He's on a date," she answers, swishing her coffee around in her mouth and swallowing. "With a girl in his philosophy class. Apparently, she's 'smart and beautiful and clever'. I'm willing to bet she's just hot."

"You know; there is more to a person than looks."

"I know," she says, rolling her eyes. "You're a perfect example of the balance between beauty and intelligence."

"Clearly, you haven't seen my grade in English."

She laughs and gives me a fond smile. 

a/n: i didn't know how to end this. hope this was okay.