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Lucy grins.

“So we’re going fancy? In that case, I’ll get the ravioli.”

When Deena sees us put our menus down, she comes over.

“What’ll you have?” she asks, pulling a pen from behind her ear. We give her our orders, and she scurries next door to put them in.

“So, how have you been? Anything new this week?”

I will my face not to turn red.

“Not really.Smexyis a dumpster fire, as usual.”

Lucy laughs.

“Deadline was yesterday, right? At least you had the day off.”

“Yeah, but today when I came in, it was like all hell broke loose. There was a typo on the front page.”

Lucy gasps dramatically.

“No, not a typo!”

I can’t help but giggle.

“It wasn’t even a typo, really. One word in one of the headlines wasn’t capitalized.”

“Scandalous!” she says. “I bet Greta had a fit over that.”

“She threatened to fire the entire copy room.”

“I’m so glad I don’t work there anymore. You need to get out before it’s too late.”

I shrug.

“It’s not so bad.”

Lucy rolls her eyes.

“Itisthat bad, and I have no idea why you stay.”

My shoulders fall.

“I don’t know where else I would go,” I admit.

“You could come work for the paper. I know you have a journalism degree.”

“No offense, but I’ll keep that as my backup plan.”

“No offense taken,” she laughs. “Can I say something honest?”

“Of course,” I say.

She leans forward a little, forcing me to meet her eyes.

“You’ve never seemed all that interested in journalism. Why did you major in it?”

“I used to love it,” I admit. “But the further I got into my degree, the less fun it was for me. I guess I lost that spark.”