To Right My Wrongs (TRKOW #3)

Chapter 5

Hannah

I never understood what the point of going out for walks was. I never actually had time for them, never cared for them. There was a time in which my Nana would tell me that I needed to go out and relax, that even taking a walk would help.

At that time in my life I didn't really care for her opinion, though I knew she was right. 

Now, as I walked through the city I understood. 

I had known exactly what to expect when I realized we were going to Derek's restaurant, but that didn't mean I wasn't disappointed. Thankfully, NYC had plenty of parks and areas where I could try to clear my mind and think about what exactly I was going to do. 

However, after a couple of hours walking through the city I was still no closer to a solution. I decided that the next day I would go around to every restaurant, bar and everything in between to try and get a job. I would also try to put my resume out there, though I knew the possibilities of working anywhere where my experience was actually useful were slim to none. 

I arrived back at the house after a while, surprised when I didn't see Evie getting anything ready for dinner. In the few days I'd been there I had learned that she was very meticulous about getting everything ready - not in an obnoxious way like I used to be, but in a 'she wants everyone to be as comfortable as possible way.' 

I walked over to the kitchen where Nathan stood by the stove, mixing something up. It smelled delicious. 

"Hey," I said, uncomfortably. We weren't exactly talking, so interactions with him were odd. 

"Hey." He gave a small smile as I took a water bottle out of the fridge. 

"Where's Evie?" I asked. 

Nathan turned around, facing me. He seemed concerned and tense. "She's sleeping. Pregnancy has been a bit tiring for her this time around."

I frowned. "Oh. Is she okay?"

"Yeah. It's normal, for her anyways... so I'm letting her rest a bit before dinner." I nodded, understanding that this was his way of taking care of her. Awkwardly, I glanced at the pan on the stove. 

"Pasta?" I asked.

"Simple," he shrugged, looking around the kitchen, as if trying to find a way to direct his attention elsewhere. "Do you want to help me set up the table?"

I smiled, feeling a little bit more relaxed that he wasn't telling me to get out. He couldn't trust me, but hopefully we could be comfortable enough for us not to be so awkward around each other. I began taking out the plates for dinner when I heard Nathan talking again.

"Listen, I'm sorry that Derek didn't give you the job." I stopped what I was doing. 

He meant what he said, I could tell by his expression but I couldn't quite believe that those words were actually coming out of Nathan's mouth. I blinked, trying to regain my composure. "It's fine. I didn't think he'd give me the job anyways."