After coming out of her uncle's house, Irish went back to Jay's house. During Jay's absence, her aunt came in almost two days to clean up, saving her the time to find hourly workers.
When it was dark, someone knocked at the door.
Irish mistook it for her aunt, who came to nag her. She didn't want to open the door, only to see that it was Jordan standing at the door.
He leaned against the doorframe, wore a black leather jacket with a white T-shirt inside, still a pair of old jeans, Martin's boots, a dark blue college bag, short hair, handsome sunglasses, chewing gum in his mouth, and waved at her as she opened the door. "Hey, lady," he greeted her. "Are you good?"
Irish thought for a moment that she had seen Joseph, and her heart was throbbing. Don't blame her for her nervousness. Jordan and Joseph were identical in height, even in the same shape. This height alone was enough to put pressure on her.
For a moment, she stood at the door, silent.
