Chapter 7

“Just don’t touch anything, okay?” David grabbed his mug and ran into the break room, tennis shoes squeaking on the tile.

Grant massaged his forehead. Was becoming lead meteorologist worth sharing his most personal info with the man who would be his boss? Grant tried to picture the skinny, T-shirt wearing intern as the station manager. Relieved when David’s return saved him from failure.

They plunged in. David’s determination steamrolling over Grant’s uncertainty. The first series of questions were pretty basic. Education level, religious preferences, smoker or non-, astrological sign.

Grant watched as David translated his mumbled answers into type twice as fast as he would have. This wasn’t so bad; he could do this. His burgeoning confidence took a steep dive at the next question. How many children did he want to have?