“So, I guess it’s you and me, Jason,” Jared said. “We can walk over together.”
“Fine,” I said with a sigh before he turned on his heel and went back to his office. I really didn’t feel like going to have a beer at some pub near the Kimmel Center, but I agreed to just to get Jared off my back.
Ashley poked her head over the cubicle wall and grinned at me. “Have fun.”
I almost threw my stapler at her. I often wondered if she knew about me and Jared. I suspected she did, but she’d never said anything and I certainly wasn’t going to bring up the subject. And, speaking of Jared, he sent me a text saying that we could leave Maureen’s party around the same time and go to his apartment afterward. “I’ll cook dinner,” he added. I wondered what “dinner” would be tonight. Lentil soup, or some equally disappointing entrée? Hopefully the pub would put out an array of appetizers I could fill up on.