Sunshine in Asheville

I couldn’t go home, and I didn’t need to work overtime. For a moment, I didn’t know where to go. I checked the time—it was already six.

Lucas should be off work by now, so I decided to pick him up.

It used to be me working overtime while he waited for me downstairs at the office. This time, I had some free time, so I thought I’d surprise him and go pick him up.

On the way, I stopped at a familiar flower shop and bought a bouquet.

Romance knows no gender, right?

While swiping my card, I pulled up the hidden messenger account linked to a bank card my family didn’t know about.

Thanks to my best friend,Sarah, who dragged me five years ago to open a new bank account and repeatedly told me not to tell anyone about this card. She also made me set this card as the default for my bonuses and some freelance income.

Over the years, this card had accumulated quite a sum.

I was grateful to myself for not telling anyone about it.