Nine.

"Okay, what's going on?"

I looked up from my plate, and stared at Jessica. "What?" She raised a brow, pointing a manicured nail at my bowl of noodles.

"You haven't touched your food, and you've had this look on your face for a while, like you're about to poop. You've let the noodles go cold." I looked down at the bowl. Ugh, she was right. I sighed and pushed the bowl away. Jessica blinked at me. "Was it Richmond? What did he say about this morning?" She pressed, Jessica's Brooklyn accent took some getting used to, especially when she switched it off at work.

I frowned. "What are you—oh, he said he was sorry." Jessica's mouth gaped. "And that he'll have a driver pick me up from now on." I continued.

"Really?" I nodded. "What? Is he buying you a house next?"

"Jessica." I warned

She shook her head. "I'm just surprised—"

" —That makes two of us." I mumbled, laying my head on the palm of my hand.

Jessica ignored my comment and continued talking. "—Richmond is a full bodied prick. I'm