“I usually leave around five-thirty in the morning to catch the bus during the week.” When I glanced at him, I thought he looked disappointed, but I couldn’t think why.
“We’ll go in together, since I need someone to drive me, after all. And really? Five-thirty? You’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “It’s just the way things are right now. It’s not so bad. Would six-fifteen work for you? That should be enough time, using the freeway, to get to work on time, don’t you think? Though you don’t start working until eight and that means you’ll be sitting around for an hour…” I stopped talking when he snickered and glared at the food remaining on my plate.