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Ugh. They were at the airport so goddamn early. She blamed it on Jeff. Sure, it was Annie’s idea to arrive an hour and a half before Shirley’s flight landed, but Jeff readily agreed because he did whatever the heck Annie wanted these days. No questions asked.

Nut up and die alone, yeah right.

She was tempted to just sleep in and meet everyone at the apartment later, but she would never hear the end of it. And then there was the fact that they had to take separate cars because not everyone would fit in Jeff’s Lexus blah blah blah. She stopped listening after a while. So there she was, sitting at the airport flipping through an old People magazine, rolling her eyes at the articles, while Annie and Jeff sat beside her talking about what color they wanted to paint their kitchen.

Ack. So domestic.

Of course, as soon as Annie’s phone rang, she squeezed Jeff’s arm, gave him a meaningful look, and hopped out of her seat to go answer it. Britta looked on as Jeff gave his girlfriend reassuring smile and pulled out his own phone. Britta watched him with curiosity, the smile still lingering on his face.

“What was that about?” She nodded in the direction of where Annie ran off to.

Jeff pulled his eyes away from his screen for only a second and went back to typing away, “Oh, um, she’s been waiting to get a call from her work. She’s in the running for a promotion.”

Britta raised her eyebrows, “Really? Good for her,” she smiled proudly.

“Really.” Jeff nodded.

“You seem…ambivalent…” Britta squinted at him.

Jeff looked at her and chuckled. “Ambivalent? Word of the day, Merriam-Webster?”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Fine, sorry,” he still smirked. “And for your information, I’m not ambivalent, I’m really happy for her. No one deserves it more than she does.”

Still squinting at him, she flipped her magazine closed. “Whatever.” And with that, she went to go grab another from the magazine rack.

She took some time to peruse the selection, trying to avoid the women’s magazines that offer her tips on “How to get the Guy in 10 Easy Steps!” She settled on that day’s newspaper instead. She was on her way back to her seat when she saw Annie approaching their seats tentatively from her phone call. She wore a nervous expression, so Britta held back just in case, choosing to see how the situation played out before making it more awkward than it needed to be. But it wasn’t so bad after all, because when Annie stopped in front of Jeff, a smile crept across her face and she said something that Britta couldn’t quite make out. But it must have been good news because Jeff’s face lit up and he stood and pulled her into a bear hug. Annie sunk right into him and Jeff held her so tight, gently rocking them.

He loosened his grip so they could look at each other and Jeff bent down so he could press their foreheads together. “Congratulations,” Britta thought she heard him say. Annie’s smile stretched even wider as she contained a squeal. Jeff pressed a long but chaste kiss to her lips and pulled away with the dopiest smile across his face.

Enough with the PDA, Britta thought and inwardly rolled her eyes. But there was a small part of her who thought the whole display was pretty darn sweet. She had to give it to him, even though he could still be an ambivalent, stone-faced goober sometimes, he did genuinely care for Annie. He’d been president of the Annie Edison fan club for years, no doubt.

Before Britta figured it was a good time to head back, she watched as Jeff pulled Annie into one more embrace, kissing her head before they took their seats. He reached over and squeezed her knee as Britta sat down. She looked over at the two and smirked. “Good news?” She asked knowingly.

Annie squealed and squeezed Jeff’s hand that was still over her knee. “I got a promotion!”

Britta laughed and nodded her head. “Congratulations, Annie,” she said as she hugged her friend. When they pulled a part, Jeff was still smiling proudly. Dork. “Make sure this one over here knows who makes the big bucks in this relationship,” Britta nodded towards Jeff.

He scoffed at Britta’s snark, but he let it slide.

He already knew.