-Journee's POV-
Carl Jenkin, the bane of my existence. He’d ruined my life, and now he was standing there like a dumb deer caught in headlights, staring at me.
“I…wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he said for the umteenth time.
“Yes, while I wasn’t expecting to be here, but apparently, this place is Stephanie’s new favorite place to wine and dine.”
“Oh, Nee-Nee!” Stephanie’s voice rose to this near shriek. It was off-putting how odd she’d started acting. She glanced at Carl and then back at me, chuckling in a way that almost seemed forced. “You know I always loved this place! Especially your cuisine! Speaking of, how has your janitorial job been going?”
Why would she mention that while Carl was still standing there? Maybe she’d forgotten that he was?
“Janitor?” I heard Carl say be
