My eyes quickly flick over Violetta’s casually mussed hair, her cute pajama set, Christian’s own t-shrit and checked pajama pants. The two of them, dressed like that, together at this hour means…
But nope. I’m not going to go there. I’m not going to think about what it means.
But it pisses me off just enough that I no longer feel bad about taking this job.
“Good morning!” I say, giving them both my sunniest smile. “And goodbye! Time for me to go off for work!”
Violetta says some really nice things to me about having a good day at work and how much she loves the muffins I made – Chrisitan or Nico must have told her – and the two of us chat in a friendly way for a second. Despite myself, I can’t bring myself to dislike her. Which kind of sucks.
Christian, however, says nothing, just gla
