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She snorts in a very unladylike manner which is entrancing.

“It’s actually really boring.”

We stay quiet. We weren’t expecting that honest admission from Kendall. Most people would lie and say they love their jobs. I’m glad Kendall isn’t keeping anything to herself with us.

“What’s boring about it?”

“I don’t know, I mostly just like make copies and handle appointments all day. I’ve been there for years, and I still make calls and order lunch. It’s not the most glamorous job.”

Something tells me there’s more she’s not saying.

“Do you want to move up in the company?”

She shakes her head slowly.

“I used to,” she admits. “I got this job because I wanted to be a journalist, actually. But this magazine – the articles are superficial. Instead of focusing on bigger picture things, we’ve become like a sex guide for women. I’m not saying that’s not important or whatever, but I want to be a part of something bigger.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she says quickly. “I don’t want to write fluff pieces like the journalists at my magazine do. If I’m going to be a journalist, I want to cover big stories that change lives.”

“Have you tried writing spec pieces and sending out your resume?”

Kendall nods. “Not in a while, though. Honestly, I’m not even sure journalism is what I want anymore. It’s what I have a degree in, and I know I’m a good writer but I don’t have the same passion I had in college.”

“I get that.”

She blushes.

“You know, I even tried writing an article about you guys the other day. That’s why I was late to brunch.”

We smirk.

“Oh yeah? What was the article?”

“I tried my hand at, like, hooking up with guys at weddings. If I finished it, it probably would’ve gotten published. I couldn’t bring myself to write it, though.”

“Because it would have been just another fluff piece?”

“Yeah, exactly. I don’t want my only published piece to be about a guy going down on you at a wedding. But like I said, I don’t think writing is for me, anyway.”

“I get that,” I say. “I respect your sincerity and desire to do something more serious with your life.”

She flushes, smiling at me.

“Thank you,” she says quietly.

I reach over and squeeze her hand. The gesture surprises her, but she doesn’t pull away. “You’re welcome.”

We still have ten minutes left in the drive, and all we know is that Kendall doesn’t like her job and that she has a big heart. I’m dying to learn more about the woman sitting next to me.

“So, if you don’t want to be a journalist, what do you want to do?”

Kendall thinks about this for a second, studying our faces. She must decide to trust us, because she begins to speak.

“My real goal in life is to help kids,” she says. “I didn’t realize how much I loved helping children until I started volunteering at the Sunshine Program.”

“What’s the Sunshine Program?”