~°~Chapter One-hundred & Forty~°~

The journey down the stairs is mostly quiet until I'm asking my mom how we planned to make the trip to the house.

"I forgot to say but I went and brought my car yesterday before shopping so it's just outside."

"Oh, okay." 

I settle comfortably in the front seat, I'd missed the ridiculously flashy car, the leather seats soft.

"What's going to happen to your job when we have to move back?" I ask in lazy curiousity.

My mom just sighs. "It's temporary, j just wanted to try out at a job."

"That is nice of you to want to do." I tell her bluntly. "You're always welcome to work at my antique shop, you know." I tell her seriously.

She just gives me a look like I'd said I'd start wearing skirts. "Sure." She says drily, sarcasm heavy on that simple word.

I just give her the evil eye, uninterested in dragging out the matter with her.