A month later and I had just clocked out from my last shift before I had taken a few days off over Christmas.
I was stuck in traffic, singing along to the radio. I heard my phone vibrating in my bag just as the car in front of me started to move, I fumbled for it blindly and smiled when I saw that it was Justin calling from his office.
‘Hello Mr Bieber,’ I tucked my phone in between my shoulder and the side of my face so I could light up a cigarette.
‘Miss Berry,’ he played along while my car crawled through the street. ‘How was work?’
‘Long,’ I groaned. ‘But there was a big tipper at the end, so it was worth it.’ I grinned.
‘That wouldn’t have anything to do with your usual knee length skirt being dirty, would it?’ I could imagine Justin’s eyebrow having raised in mild amusement.
‘Maybe,’ I teased, exhaling some smoke and glancing down at my skirt. It was a couple of inches shorter than the one I usually wore and it made a huge difference.
‘What am I going to do with you?’
I laughed gently. ‘How was your day?’
‘Shit, I’ve been dealing with a problem with Apple.’ Justin sounded stressed and I frowned.
‘What can I do to help? Do you want to order takeout before the race later?’ I asked. ‘Thanks for indicating, jackass!’ I yelled as some dick cut across me.
‘Are you driving? Emmy, you’re on the phone!’ Justin scolded.
‘Really, Phantom? You’re going to lecture me about road safety?’ I scoffed good naturedly and he clocked his tongue on the other side of the phone.
‘Point taken,’ he conceded as I continued to suck on my cigarette. ‘And takeout sounds amazing, babe.’
‘Okay, I’m nearly home. When do you think you’ll be over?’ I asked, pulling into my street.
‘In like an hour give or take, Chinese would be great.’ Justin told me.
‘Okay, see you soon.’
‘Bye.’
We both hung up and I dialled my local Chinese, knowing the menu and Justin’s order by heart.
An hour later and Justin knocked on my door, I let him in and gave him a long kiss. He looked tense, his tie was hanging loosely around his neck and while he didn’t like them, I loved seeing him in suits. ‘I got the usual,’ I gestured to the coffee table where there were boxes of Chinese food scattered all along the surface.
‘You are a saint,’ he grasped my face and kissed me again.
