KAIRA

It was finally 2pm and I was on my way to lunch inside a car he had sent.

Jessica had won the outfit argument, obviously. I was in a soft cream top tucked into wide-leg brown trousers, simple jewelry, my natural hair sitting the way it decided to cooperate today. She had looked me over twice before declaring me acceptable, which from Jessica was basically a standing ovation.

The car he sent was quiet and comfortable, I spent most of the ride looking out the window and telling myself I was not nervous, which was not working at all.

We pulled up to a building I did not recognize....