Conflicted

Chapter 41

Ada Johnson's P. O. V

"How come I've never seen you talking to any of the other interns?" Greg questions, one hand pressed against the steering wheel and the other laying casually against my thigh while we wait in line to the drive through, ready to get our meal before heading home after a long tiring day at the office.

Honestly all I want to do right now is to curl up into Greg's arms and settle into a food coma, only to walk up blissfully well into the next day all calm and nicely rested. Unfortunately, I'll have to be going over to the shop and work my shift for Nicole, the double shift already making me cringe and sinking further into my seat as I clutch Gregory's hand tighter.

"Well, we don't really get along. I'm a bit older than they are and I'm not saying it in any way to offend you but they're sort of," I pause for a moment, trying to chose a good word that doesn't come out insulting, "snobbish." I finally settle with, startling at Greg's snort as we pull up to the window and I catch a hold of the order we placed.

"What's so funny about that?" I ask, glad he laughed it off instead of being offended, simultaneously thanking the worker at our window.

"It's jus-," my words seem to actually catch up to him which earns me a flick of his finger against my forehead, the place turning red and throbbing slightly immediately afterwards which earns him a scowl, "Wait, are you insinuating that I'm snobbish? Me? The most humble man you've ever come across. I'm the poster child for down to earth, baby." Greg teases as I flick him back none to gently on the arm, still paying heed since he is driving.

"I mean there's this stereotype about lawyers aren't there? We're all apparently stuck up. I mean not that you are and I'm not really a lawyer yet but you get what I mean." I trail off, thinking over my own words and how I like to stay away from the interns. They unnerve me for some reason.

"You'll make a great lawyer trust me. You're already grinding on and showing better qualities then the rest of them." Greg assures, lifting my hand to place a swift kiss on the back of it while I playfully roll my eyes.

"You're just biased because I'm your girlfriend." I tut playfully while he smirks handsomely at me, the rest of the drive going by in silence, enjoying the random songs playing over the radio till we reach Gregory's house. However, all plans come to a stop of having a casual night in when I catch sight of the sleek black car in Greg's drive, the announcement of a visitor.

Turning to the man in question, I gather the arrival of someone is just as surprising to him as it is to me considering that his own blond brow is quirked up, intrigue showing on his face as he parks the car and the both of us get out of the vehicle.

"Don't tell me thats your mother's or father's car?" I ask a bit hesitant, one confrontation with his family being more than enough for the day. Hell I'd say it's more than enough for the rest of the short year we have left.

"Not quite." Is all he muses while I furrow my brow at his words, trying to figure out what on Earth he means by that. Staying silent, I decide to just wait it out and see who's managed to get inside. I mean it has to be someone Gregory trusts because they clearly have a key and have made themselves welcome inside his home as all the lights sparkle brightly against the dark atmosphere outside, the sounds of an ongoing television commercial filtering into my ears as we step through the threshold together and make our way into the living room. The mere sight of the person causing my eyes to go wide in recognition.

I definitely didn't think I'd be meeting the man like this. Not at all, I think with a sudden gulp, wanting to hide my body behind Gregory so the man doesn't catch sight of me. Luck doesn't seem to be on my today, however, since almost immediately does his eyes land on me, brown eyes lighting up as a grin makes its way onto his slightly aged face. Soft wrinkles show up especially the laugh lines surrounding his thin lips, a mane of brown hair that is still maintaining it's colour and not fading to a natural white as it would at such an age. Pearly white teeth flashing in a smile makes me smile back hesitantly as he nods his head at me in greeting.