The Friday evening traffic was a slow-moving river of red taillights, but inside Jake's car, the world felt strangely quiet. He pulled up to the curb outside Catharine's office right on time. When she slid into the passenger seat, she looked exhausted, tossing her bag into the footwell with a heavy sigh.
She didn't notice the way people on the sidewalk were glancing at the car, or the subtle shift in Jake's own posture. To her, it was just Friday, and she was finally done with the first week of her internship.
"Rough day?" Jake asked, reaching over to squeeze her hand.
"Just long," she said, leaning her head back against the headrest and closing her eyes. "My brain feels like it's been through a blender. I think I spent six hours just filing digital compliance forms. I don't even want to look at a screen for the rest of the night. Can we just go home and hide?"
"That sounds like a perfect plan," Jake said, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips.
