“I have a headache!” I plopped down on the sofa, leaned back and propped my feet on the coffee table.
“You’ve only been working one day,” Alex pointed out. “How can you have a headache already?”
Chris couldn’t hide a smile, but he handed me a couple of Tylenol and a glass of water.
“And I’m exhausted,” I whined. “I had to get up before dawn. I can’t believe people actually do this every day.”
“You were still sleeping when I left for school. What time did you get up?”
“7:30 IN THE MORNING!”
Alex didn’t look impressed. “I had been in class for 10 minutes before you even got out of bed.” Chris didn’t bother to hide a chuckle.
“So what’s your point, young man?” I opened one eye to glare at him.
“No point,” he said, putting up his hands in surrender and walking out of the room. “Jeez, she’s such a drama queen,” he muttered.
“I heard that,” I called after him.
Chris sat down next to me and took my hand. “Didn’t you have a good day? First day on a new job can be tough.”
“I had a great day,” I answered honestly. “I think I’m going to love working at the college. The people I’m working with are really nice.”
“That’s good. So what is your problem?”
“I just don’t like this whole having-to-go-to-work-every-day thing. I don’t like getting up early and I don’t have much time for my writing now.”
“But you’ll have more money. Besides, you love to teach. You just need to get settled into a routine.”
“I know you’re right.” I answered. “I hate that.”
“I know you do,” Chris laughed. “But I do get to be right once in a while, don’t I?”
“I guess,” I replied grudgingly.
He leaned over and kissed me. “Can I buy you some dinner, Professor?”
I smiled. “That would be awesome.”