“Why are you smiling?” Jasmine asks when I enter the conference room.
“Because it’s ramen night. Get your stuff.”
She looks down at her laptop and all the files she’s got spread out around her. “I’m still working.”
“See you kids tomorrow,” Craig says before he’s out of his seat and walking toward the door. He doesn’t have to be told twice.
“Come on, the office is closed, and you can’t finish this tonight.” She gives me a look like she wants to bet, and I shake my head. “Let’s go. If we’re not there by seven, they won’t seat us.”
“Who says I’m going to dinner with you?” She finally gets up and grabs her stuff.
“I do, and I know for a fact that Briar isn’t having dinner with you tonight.”
“They say if you eavesdrop on conversations, you won’t like what you hear.” Jasmine glares at me,
