Calzona - Together Again

Chapter Eighteen

- Arizona -

It was Thanksgiving day. The sun was shining, I was back to normal, and I was ready to face the day with my best friend.
Until
Ring Ring
"Robbins." I answer.
"Arizona!" Richard's loving voice floods in. "How are you today?" He asks.
I roll my eyes. "What do you need, Webber?"
"I'm setting up Thanksgiving dinner at the house, and Catherine is flying in in an hour and... Well I need someone to pick her up."
I groan. "But Richaaaaaarhd." I whine.
"Please?"
"Fine."
Click
Mark walks in the bedroom where I was getting ready and sees my annoyed expression. "What is it?" He asks.
"I'm picking Catherine Avery up from the airport." I say, annoyed, tugging on a pair of skinny jeans.
"Bummer. I'll go with you."
"No! You don't have to do that." I protest, putting on a black cami and tucking it into my jeans.
"Who else am I gonna have Thanksgiving with?" He asks.
I throw on a red flannel, leaving it unbuttoned so I could so the cami. "Point taken. But this won't be very much of a Thanksgiving." I say hesitantly.
He tosses me my black lace up combat boots. "We can grab a fancy dinner out after the airport."
I slip into them, then race into the bathroom. "But I'm not wearing fancy clothes."
He hands me my makeup bag. "You're wearing nice clothes though. So we'll eat somewhere nice."
He begins to straighten my hair for me as I apply my makeup. "Fine. But before that change into a button down. It's Thanksgiving like."
"I have one in the car." He says, brushing my now straight hair while I finish up the last bit of makeup.
"Okay. Let's go." I say, grabbing his keys and my over the shoulder black purse that had my phone and money in it. "Oh and by the way, great job at straightening the hair today. Looks like I did it myself." I say, walking out of my old apartment and locking it behind him with his keys.
"Thanks." He says, following me into the elevator.
"Yeah. Whatever." I say, stepping into the apartment lobby first floor.
He follows me outside to his Ford where I get in the drivers seat, and him in the passengers seat.
"Have you ever driven a car like this before?"
He asks, unsure.
"Yeah." I say, fitting the key into the ignition. I toss him the button down that was stuffed in the console. It was navy blue, and it matched his loafers.
As he dresses, I roll down the windows and crank up the music.
Today, I convince myself. Is going to be a good day.
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