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“Five?” Elena repeated incredulously

“It depends on what you’re geared for,” Neal explained “There are a few department store jobs that were bad, too I used to work in the shoe depart old men and women out of, and then back into, their socks and shoes”

“Letto do with odor”

“I’hter, “that smell could be weaponized”

“Wow,” Elena said ah quite a few jobs”

“I have,” Neal said, “keeps ”

“That’s what you do to keep life interesting,” Elena asked in disbelief, her curiosity piqued “How often do you switch jobs?”

Neal thought about it “Every six ive or take”

“Wow,” Elena breathed, “sounds chaotic”

“Not really”

Elena didn’t knohat to uy she hadthat despite his supposed interest in her, if she were to walk away from him now, he wouldn’t irl to spend the night with She wasn’t sure if that bothered her or not

“What’s your story?” Neal asked her, again attehtful haze she see

Elena shrugged, “sa year olds”

Neal nodded as though he understood, but the truth was, he had no idea what it felt like to scrape together

Elena continued unreservedly “I graduated, moved to the city to try and prove to my family that I could make it without any help, and here I am, three years later, up to my eyeballs in student loans, with rent toa dent in any one of those things”