“I got the job.”
Sal sat his cup on the TV stand, kicking his feet up onto the ottoman. “That’s great!” He scrolled through his phone, selected and scrolled some more. “How much does it pay?”
Anja hung her purse by the front door. “Eight an hour. But they already offered me a management position. Said I’m more than qualified for it. After thirty days I get a raise. I’m so excited!”
Anja hugged her arms to her chest, curling up as if to contain her giddiness.
Sal looked up from his phone. “I’ll get a job too.”
Anja lowered her arms slowly, her face dropping with them. “Why?”
“So we’ll have more money.”
Anja dropped into the cushion next to him. “But, bave, you don’t have to.”
“I know. I want to,” he said.
“But…You know what I love the most?”
Anja rolled her eyes. “Of course. But I love coming home to you. You’re already here and we can go to dinner together or watch movies together or fool around.”
Sal ignored her hand as it crept up his thigh. “Bave, eight dollars isn’t enough.”
Anja stopped flirting. “Well, it’s only temporary. Maybe a month.”
“Then you get what? Nine an hour. That’s not enough either.” He sat forward on the couch with his elbows on his knees. “Jennifer offered me a job back.”
“You want to go back to burgers?”